Bun b, i’m underground king
Feeling, of appealing
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine
Mm got the masses
Of potential cases
Chasing money in the city of crime
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Know it good when she go no hands
Top of my pile of bodies
Hate it when i leave
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Big homie hov said i am close
Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
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