Fig Newtons

[Verse One]

It's Buck Taylor, world infamous

Ask 'em and you'll buy

Soul Assassin where we make music and practice muay thai

Shoot nines at targets in the shape of {blurred} types

I believe those the type that try to take my life

By trading money on the board

Sell me shit I can't afford

Obama part of the system and he just got four more

More tours if I could just to keep me out the hood

Just to keep me on the road, keep my pocket's slow

Keep that product flow coming

J's by the hundreds

Chris Dorner on the corner shooting dice, homie fuck it

We gon' buy a forty ounce and politic the whole night away

I stay in the middle of where the cops and robbers play

Hey

I love a brown skin woman

I got no follow up

Huh, and all my sister's go...

And all the women go...

Follow me...

[Interlude]

I know you can't see what I'm doing. Just try to picture what I'm doing and do the same thing. Feel safe. You good here. Trust

[Verse Two]

Maaaaan

They keep killing black people on Walking Dead so I switched

Breaking Bad been my shit that 40 ounce got me blitz

Eating Fig Newton's reading 'bout pigs shooting up Asian ladies

Television reality is making our babies lazy

Crazy maybe, even I'm thieving my air time

Just to get the message out on how we short on our time

Sign of our times

Written in L.C.D. screen lights

With sponsorship from a media outlet that tells lies

The cycle is sick and not the kind of sick that Big Duke is

The kind of sick that only get injected by the stupid

Losing sight of our blood line

Look at how this rap is

Shit that rappers hate is the shit that rapper's make

And I give up like I'm tapping, tell the ref to get him off me

Empty bottle, fully drunk, I need to chase it with coffee

And I'm prolly gonna puff

Pockets on stuck

Let's see if my baby mama can spare me a couple bucks