Buckets

I do this for my mother for letting me sing

Nothing to lose is the deadliest thing

So I ain’t going to stop till I get me a ring

From bottom to top, peasant to king

And it ain't just you

We all got demons but still have to chose

Whether to feed them

I don’t know no snooze or tylenol pm

So whether the booth or packed coliseums

This is the truth fuck what you believe in

I’m living proof of music with meaning

Surpassing my master, this student achieving

Then I’m writing all day at the school in the evening

What takes yall a month I do in a weekend

And a homie I handed this 9 mill

Cause he said he need it

For when things get heated

Like if they don’t pull it shit I will

Being pulled apart by that cold heart

Sipping anti-freeze till his mind ill

He a real man so he cried

Still with that gun in hand

As his eyes filled

So I said chill

Gotta slow down

You don't know the problems this cash bring

This is what they mean when asking why good people do bad things

Then right then my phone rings

It’s trizy, with more bad news

More jamison, more funerals

More sad songs, more tattoos

God damn dude

Who is it now

So many gone

I’m losin count

Never understood how we carry on

I guess we just learned how to do without

Cause yall look amazed

Didn't what your boy can do

Buckets in the paint

They're go ape off a point or two

Now we’re on our way

I can't stay or enjoy the view

Fuck trying to be saved

They get paid trying to poison you

Caught me offguard with that bullshit

Divided hate got me full of venom

Donald trump need his wig pulled

Know a lot of people who’d put a bullet in him

Meanwhile in the same city

Weak minds couldn’t change with me

I’m reminded they keep us blinded

By that old money government designing

Old girl talking silver linings

Life is tough kid lighten up

President flirting with genocide

Get deported if you ain't white enough

Cops killing kids for no reason

Same reason I got no sleep

Fuck bois on that feel good

Doing cocaine by the oz

White powder on the ipad

Say this shits lit cause there are hoes here

Lost souls like mannequins

Turning up like we don’t care

Lota folks that I can’t deal with

Held you down but you wasn’t real

Bright future sound unfamiliar

Makes you strong if it doesn’t kill you

Uhh truthfully I can not feel you at all

Lately we’ve been feeling like killing them all

Tellinmy family I’ve been feeling too much

I ain’t done xanax in 26 months

Off of the drugs make it harder to dream

All for the love play no part in the scheme

I am the one to invest in my soul

Leaving my flesh so the message is told

Cause yall look amazed

An at what your boy can do

Buckets in the paint

They're gonna wipe off a point or two

Now we’re on our way

I can stay you’ll enjoy the view

Fuck trying to be saved

They get paid trying to poison you