[Chorus] Mic check [x2] You ready yet Lets go Write the cheque Right respect Buckshot Lets flow [Verse 1] Fighting through the verse Like my tongue wear kicks Crew looking at me like son wheres this? Dont trip You be calm Expose the flows The flows we are One second Two second I showed the verse For two records Who got the props And who set it Buckshot shorty Like nore a true legend Hit squad Hit hard So I Saw the format Hit the doormat and said hi Cool guy so far from shy More of a superstar in an awesome sky That cat filled with rap to save lives Dpr vpr stay vibin All wielders All fielders Buckshot up so high That Im scareless [Chorus][x2] [Verse 2] Backpack rapper With a mainstream flow Tryna school heads To the way things go Visit the game cause we so not cold So why do rappers exist? [?] Common sense makes the mind intense Niggas start to think behind that fence The time ive saved, the time ive spent The ill choices I made behind that bench Thats my bed I made I sleep in it I dont complain I keep winning Keep grinning Keep spinning 360 degrees keep beginning I keep beginning I work smart Work hard and stay stuck Who the backpack god Same buck Man what? [Chorus] [Outro] Yo p Lets get it Cut it up like Yeah New york The new city like Nyc everywhere I go Its my flow And yall know Im like a hot potato so Cant touch it uh Cant grab it uh [x3] Cant kick I aint having this [?] Buck the binc Duck down is the place to be
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