No Bucks

Lyrics: Don Chief Instrumental: Don Chief Lyrics: [Intro] I'm the type of psyhopath that sucks up all your energy i show up in the club with no beat just my own two feet I don't even need a microphone I'll shout it from my vocal cord alone When i'm around you how about you learn to put your hands up [Verse 1] heard you wanna dance whut I ain't about the fast buck i'm paintin' on a canvas you're ambushed in the club heavy dose of alc blood let me toast without mugs roll it up and let me roast the outcome ... roll it up and let me roast the outcome how can you tell me i'm wrong when i'm right when i'm holdin' the mic with this embolded excited attitude and i've sold it to buy bread the day before the day that I lie dead on the curb to the side left like I ain't been assigned next it's best to decide yes if it's the test or to fly stressed cuz my chessed seems to be decompressed I gotte get my head back up get a leg back up in the door cuz I don't like on the bottom floor fakin' rather go back home in my moms basement fuck my old charm this time around i'll try hatered for ya fake shit rappers that waste spit on the filter we all shapeshift but it's the real shit that make ya feel this it's no illness it's real life blood sweat and sacrafice no love it's bad advice for ya cat catchin' backstabbin' rats and mice [Chorus] faggots that ask for dick and don't suck bitches that get ya digits strictly for the purpose of the gold rush niggas that quick to bus but they ain't even know bruv this is for my people that still kick up dust with no bucks [Verse 2] this world is fucked up and I ain't tryina make it better for the ones that come after us forget the math like plus? whut you talking bout one and one is two? but with your open mouth you got a workin' pair of lips that output the bullshit i wound up in school big but left the skip and now i'm a two bit nobody with no jobby fuck ya whole party we know you all lobby for your businesses' self interest I figured the net witness is illiterate and fearin' the systems that get em' the emprison the decision to get some sufficiency in life and show the finger to this one we all know it's a fight and that the gloves are off pistons if politicians are your problem realise you are one in theory cuz people seem to not hear each other and scuffle over dumb shit elect the next bitch that run with it and pick ya pocket while you cunts itch [Chorus] faggots that ask for dick and don't suck bitches that get ya digits strictly for the purpose of the gold rush niggas that quick to bus but they ain't even know bruv this is for my people that still kick up dust with no bucks [Outro/Scratches] faggots that ask for dick bitches get ya digits strictly niggas that quick to bus