Buffalo

Yeah, uh Steering up a heard of buffalo Looking at me crazy, baby, I prefer to hunt alone Should I buy a humble home or a summer home? Matter of fact, the only struggle here is how to juggle both Lucky with the sevens like I'm double O Cold, probably froze, got me thinking it's like one below Iced out, drippin', looking like I'm 'bout to shovel snow With a corn cob pipe and a button nose Cinderella Man how I struck a pose Lacing up the gloves, got me feeling like I'm Russell Crowe Threw an uppercut and hit the motherlode Everything gon' work out and I ain't talking 'bout the muscle tone They say we onto something but it's nothin' though We independent, baby, that's one thing you gonna know Ain't nobody pullin' strings, ain't a puppet show And I never miss the mark, boy I'm Ruffalo Throw the whole catalog on shuffle mode You know I got a couple these, couple those I been droppin' by the bucket load And I never kink the hose that been flowin' through my frontal lobe I ain't attached to success, man, it come and go That much I know Got some ideas brewin' like a cup of joe Label's callin' don't pick up the phone Like my privacy that's why I dug a moat Midas with it, everything I touch is gold Clover field the way our luck has grown Spiderman with the dough, boy, everything is comin' home If you don't love it I don't wanna know Lookin' in my eyes you know I want it though Got rid of my pride but there's still a subtle undertone Got everything I wanted in abundance Yeah I did it, I done it, and found none of it in my comfort zone Starin' in the mirror like, "what's up with bro?" Face-to-face and I just hope it doesn't come to blows Tried to be discreet but at this point I think they gonna know Goose down, feather in the breeze, think my cover's blown My social battery is runnin' low It's just the price of becoming known, yeah I heard you think you run the show Every time I hear it make me laugh, it's a running joke Look, I been here a while, watch a lot of y'all come and go You complained about the climate like it's up in smoke When the truth is, you planted the seed and never watered it And ended up talkin' about how nothin' grows It's all gas, no brakes, man I'm stuck in go Creativity peaks when the budget's low Yeah, I dodge the haters with a tuck and roll They lookin' for me, they can't find me, I'm like the remote Yeah, I'm way too remote Yeah, yeah, I'm way too remote Yeah, I'm way too remote Whoa, I'm way- Let's go So cold, make them say, "brr" like buffalo No sticks, no ice, but I got puck control Every time I look up it's another goal Nic threw the pass, and you know I never fumble those Touchdown in your city, got a couple shows I remember writing songs 'til the sun would show Now I'm at the show with my son Sold out from the front to the upper rows Sorry for the bloody nose Play my cards, I ain't one to fold Tell it to them straight, I ain't bluff a soul Lot of gatekeepers trying to stunt your growth I always share it with the class like a crumpled note I learned from the best, didn't run alone Nic gave me all the tools, taught the nuts and bolts If we rankin' independent rappers off of numbers grown Then I'm probably somewhere 'round third like I'm runnin' home Ugh, make 'em quiver like a hunter's bow Couple holes in your story like a sunken boat Had to rerecord the verse, heard my stomach groan I'm sorry, the more I win the more the hunger grows Scrollin' through the feed, see a couple clones Ha, guess I'm not the only one who's spun a globe Made a career off copying, everybody knows But this ain't a petting zoo, you'll never touch the goats False prophets, no wonder why my trust is low False profits, no wonder why the money's low Spirit gettin' watered down like a rum and coke Got me always reachin' for my Bible like I'm under oath I've been writing since I couldn't make my stubble grow Now I got a handle on bars and no one comin' close Knew it was over when I sung a note I got it all, at the starting block, waiting for the gun to blow Boom, thunderbolt, hit 'em with a hundred volts Type of energy that probably make the sun explode But I'm still trying to hit a couple goals Yeah, I'm still evolving in this game like a Thunder Stone Put the game on my back, it ain't tough to hold Heard your music, I was skipping like I'm chucking stones Said you got M's, that's an L, 'cause we know That that's both on cap like the Plunger Bros Who the best duo, let the public vote If it ain't Con and Nic, it's a Russian hoax They say he's handsome and I'm cute, we should cover Vogue Camera couldn't take it, man the shutter broke In the studio lookin' like we summon ghosts All these dead presidents, it's too much to fold Most of it not done, but we done the most They lookin' for me they can't find me Ah, they know Yeah, I'm way too remote Yeah, Yeah, I'm way too remote Oh, I'm way too remote Yeah, huh