Frick It by The BuLife Lyrics

[Silas]

(Intro)
I got some shit my nigga
I got some shit
I got some shit my nigga
I just wrote some shit my nigga
I got some shit for you my nigga!

(Verse)
I'm Christian with these written's, uh
So I'm giving them, what they want:
Cross over my back until my last breath
Cash stretch like a downward dog
Dog, I'm thinking odd, fairly far from these jawns
Pawns in a chess match
I swear I been a king since fifteen when my kids first got snatched
Swallow that as a kick back
Kick forward, I been a pro, I'm just being forward with these prose
Or is it po-er-
Tree got me moving slower
Sour taste so sweet out the backwood
We just rapping over beats in the backwoods
Of the P
Riding slow in the Bu
Feel the Breeze of the bay as we make a right
Down commercial
Y'all niggas sound commercial
I'm underground with this skyline view
Catch me shitting on your favorite rapper times two
Cause I'm squaring up with any MC
MC² don't equal e it equals me
And I ain't your equal
I'm unfamiliar, now get familiar with the whole familia....
Bulife!