Easy Buckets
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Found out safety net was a let down
They was never real if they left now
When u come back, turn back round
Tell me why it gotta like dat now

My hands tied, like this a pat me down
A young king, I am not from sac town
Heard it’s an opioid crisis, I think they lying, I call it a crackdown

Woo, I guess...
It’s not a fair game, everything fair game
Fame is the name of the game and the pain that it brings
Got em by the neck with a gold chain
Gold everything so mundane

2012, I was only sixteen
Blue train, bumping Coltrane
My kinda speed bump is getting hit wid a runway freight train
Say onе word—that’s all it takes, man

———hook———
Bi… wanna curve me, that’s how i stayеd ahead of the curve
I mean... dam, that came back to bite em in the ass like a curse
I came second, Karma came first

Bi… wanna curve me, I don’t get hurt
Rockabye baby, the bed is a hearse
Triple haters, Hunter Hearst
Sweet success and make that shit hurts

Cali boy hotter than Fiji
Never stop short like Didi
U ain’t heard, now u see see
U over there, now u see see

Cali boy hotter than Fiji
Never stop short like Didi
In the cut, they changed up
Hit em with the slider piece, call dat The CC


———verse———
Can u conquer death, is the real conquest
Me vs u... no contest
I don’t give a (what), so no consent
Change is the only thing constant
I O U, no consonants (aye)
Can’t take a critic or compliments (nope)
I don’t even think about the consequence (I don’t)
Cuz that’s one way to have confidence (yea!)

Black n white convo, Anglo in the Congo
Lightning in a bottle, flow like a staccato
Bullets ain’t hollow, colder than a fossil
Stronger than a castle, hard act to follow

You talk tough, you ain’t even a Soprano!?
They a bunch of snakes, or wannabe Gestapo
Head honcho, get a head shot, pronto/
Best not miss, Joe DiMaggio/


———hook———
Bi… wanna curve me, that’s how i stayed ahead of the curve
I mean... dam, that came back to bite em in the ass like a curse
I came second, Karma came first

Bi… wanna curve me, I don’t get hurt
Rockabye baby, the bed is a hearse
Triple haters, Hunter Hearst
Sweet success and make that shit hurts
Cali boy hotter than Fiji
Never stop short like Didi
U ain’t heard, now u see see
U over there, now u see see

Cali boy hotter than Fiji
Never stop short like Didi
In the cut, they changed up
Hit em with the slider piece, call dat The CC