pulp Cruz - bucket

The whip not a bucket but it hold a lot of weight
And the piff keep me comfy i be smoking everyday
On my ends scraping money aint no end to this pain
Ain't no coming back i was running fast from my problems
Who you comin with before i let them in i place a call
It's a lot of shit i aint privy to i cant involve
Like being round some niggas who ain't making bread at all
You a counterfit let this sour hit you in the jaw
Bring you back to earth you aint what you said you was at all
Like latley its a fuck you if its a maybe
Like lately yall accustumed to being babied
You flakey fish food the wrist move crazy
I take these residuals and put them up safely
Then act broke if i aint got it who gon take it
Don't ask for it wont be a yes or a maybe
The whip not a bucket but it hold a lot of weight
And the piff keep me comfy i be smoking everyday
On my ends scraping money aint no end to this pain

Written by:
Cameron Smith

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