Fig Newtons Bambu

[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