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buck back - neo207 lyrics

[intro]
man i thought i had my life set
f*ck a b*tch with no balance
trippy hippies gonna let j.e.t.s
f*ck them over they savage
undisputed regulations here
used to carrying baggage
i took my l’s and i gave ’em kids
call me the rap game parent

[hook 1]
cause i’m buckin’ on back
b*tch i’m buckin’ on back

[verse 1]
now i
don’t really wanna tell you bout my whole life
oh well, it’ll seed out through the drain pipe
one of these days heat waves and a drone strike
might drop bombs on us all; nevermind gripe
low light nights never let up on thе lowlifes
ho might go strike on the wholе dyn’ like a loan sign
probate, pros bite everything anyway never settle for a gold mine
like tell me the possibilities of me dying soon
cause i’m an oddity all i do is spew truths
call it a prodigy; then you get a few dudes
tryna shut ’em down or they gon’ release you
bullet to the brain, never stay move through
hit ’em like a train, should i let you choose?
needle to the vein, it can slain you too
dang this game never seemed so blue
[hook 2 x2]
cause i’m buckin’ on back
l!ck a little limerick i pick upon a sicker kid in seconds i could be the one to give them all another wish like cancer patients sitting in a room division waiting for a new prescription
b*tch i’m buckin’ on back
everybody scatter in the violence of the matter they gon’ gather for the factor i’m a clapper and the master of these rappers; f*ck a packer and your flappers; pitter patter little f*ggers you don’t matter

[bridge]
semitemos elpoep kniht taht gnihtyreve yeht ees won, si lla hturt
laer noisivid so nopu su
uoy dluohs ylbaborp teg ydaer

[verse 2]
sixteen years could’ve had another vision
gun in one hand might k!ll ’em with the mic
i go psycho put me in positions
why does everybody gotta look at me with fright
i’ve been labeled as a menace to the f*ckin system
but i don’t two f*cks, ducking in the night
wonder why women really wouldn’t wanna miss him
take a look at my time batter it despite
i lose myself in this gloomy h*ll
who produced the smell cause i’m the f*cking sh*t
well i don’t do well when there’s d*cks to quell
look at yourselves you another simple b*tch
every single f*ckin record blasphemous
kinda like street gangs, cannabis
i don’t wanna be the one to k!ll another homie blow me if you come up claiming you a pacifist
ding ding ding now time is up
i let the blood leak out into a solo cup
i’m sober drunk; never really gave a f*ck
this hopeless love got me in a rope that’s hung
twenty years later couldn’t focus sh*t like pocus witch floating in a potion dish
i’ve opened this, loading clips
just in case there’s another kid with a f*ckin vocal hit
[hook 3]
cause i’m buckin’ on back
l!ck a little limerick i pick upon a sicker kid in seconds i could be the one to give them all another wish like cancer patients sitting in a room division waiting for a new prescription
b*tch i’m buckin’ on back
everybody scatter in the violence of the matter they gon’ gather for the factor i’m a clapper and the master of these rappers; f*ck a packer and your flappers; pitter patter little f*ggers you don’t matter
cause i’m buckin’ on back
b*tch i’m buckin’ on back

- neo207 lyrics

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