BUCKINGHAM B.K. - S.F.T.M (feat. Chris Mikes)

Yea
Yea
You mind turning that up
Its the one to the far left
Yea
Yea
Uh
Nigga welcome to the cage uh
Got dope, got smoke nigga let me cook for a minute
Been gone man a nigga had to chill for a minute but I'm back with a vengeance
Flow still relentless
Can't talk that shit but bitch up in person
I'm so deserving they tried to keep me from working
You know murking verses with ease
Between her thighs she needs a little rhythm with me
It's the beard gang bandit
Touched down to cause damage or havoc
What have you done for me to feel low?
Your tape didn't touch my soul
Man a nigga need more
Been in my bag til' that motherfucker break
Cop another one just to give it the same fate
Shocked they belittle but still know that I'm great
They try and save face we've all made mistakes
It's just rap ain't one
Deadbeat to these niggas I don't know my sons
And I don't really like to talk unless it's about funds
Pick of the litter the one I need dough
Whip a foreign to introduce it to weed smoke
If I'm next to blow I'm a need millions galore
Cause the team need hella boats
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Dope until the death
Pray to God that I own it
Even if it's something for the moment
Nigga welcome to cage
Been stuck on a page
Been stuck for a couple of days
Trying to rip these bars
But
Got to deal with this pain
These scars
I can't even think straight
These walls that I'm trying to maintain
Gotta make my point before I break
Uh
This the way I feel
Keep it real
Could you kill for a nigga
Not bodies sacrifing
Who you are just to pick up
Where you were before you slipped and join the thriller
Where the residents are evil and you gotta think quicker
I know
what I mean by kill
When you feel that beat
And you grip that wheel
And you swerve your pen on the pad
Til' you crash
And you wake up looking at the shit that you wrote
Hairs stand up
You expose your soul
But you don't turn ghost
Pick a tone make'em feel these quotes
Like a bump to the nose
Been dope
like a flock to the pope I got what you want
And more
Shit this grass to the goat
Honestly anything goes to the slaughterhouse
Crystal when I put my flaws on the song
Crisco cause these niggas bark but they pollo
Sip slow ice makers mark and coke
Flip mode niggas think they hard but they go broke
Kit gone show'em how to walk to the throne
Tempo slowed so they see that I'm so cold
Shit so froze that it's hard is a stone
On Saint Nick pinky cause you know that he got hos
I got flows who want it
Not ghost writing
This is just something for moment

Written by:
L. Floyd, R. May

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