K-2

[Verse 1]
Getting business nothing but a reaction
Fresh ? , dope bitch I get it crackin'
Uh, OK my mind is in another state
We are not the same kind, why you tryna' underrate
Matter fact, don't rate at all
On the beat I go nuts, weight King Kong balls
Shades at night, Bukk Ray Charles
And you can go to Hell in some propane drawers
Fuck my life nigga, Kurt Cobain law
My daddy called me and told me to call on God
The whole conversation I was thinking Nicki Minaj
The crowd applause, but do I know what they yelling for?
All I know is backstage I'm clucking another whore
Getting head, thinking of another metaphor
Uh, wait, have we ever met before?
Hoes will be hoes so I can't blame Carrie
Hoes will be hoes so I can't blame Kristina
Fucked her with no condom so I can't blame Brianna
Long story short, nigga that's a lot of drama
Comma, remember always gotta keep it player
Right now young nigga buzzing like a pager
Or that Bob Marley, play that Major Lazer
Nigga fuck a hater, riding like a skater
Take her to my lair, I don't ever pay her
Feel blessed if you chillin' on my good side
Play that Gin and Juice, I like the way that hood ride
Matter fact pour me one
Zone for the three, gotta score me one
I don't give a fuck about ya' like some religion
A long time ago I had to close that book
All eyes on me, take a second look

[Dialogue: Bukkweat's Mom]
My son is Felton Lynn-Joseph Jr
He was born in 1990, he's always been a really good baby
I can remember him, he was seven days old
And his father took him outside, and it was like eight o' clock at night
And the stars were out
And his father held him up, up to the stars

[Verse 2]
Bruh gotta go hard like the X-Games
Super Bowl flow, kill all these rap lames
? I call that giving back mane'
Roll 'em up, smoke 'em up, cop another sack mane'
Shawty' look good in my wife beat
But I'm heir to the game, that's who my wife be
Swag on check, like a muh'fuckin' Nike
I'm in that water like a muh'fuckin' Pisces
New Smyrna Beach ? , you can find me
Keep the flow pumping like an I.V
If Joe got beef, I'm sloppy
Came from a broken home, no Cosby's
I ain't lose my mind, my mind lost me
I paid my dues, and what it cost me
? I'm not a two-timer
Before I go I gota tell my mama
Rude boy rasta, recruiting shottas
Dreads in the air everywhere like Flocka
Only real G's will remain on my roster
Turn these noodles off, niggas anti-pasta
I wear my heart on my face where you can see it
I show a lot of love but I don't keep it
Real close to the money like I been a friend
Now I'm gonna leave y'all alone, thanks for listening

[Dialogue: Bukkweat's Mom]
But during the course of my pregnancy
He would always take his guitar, and put it to my stomach
And he would always stroke it
He says my son is gonna be a famous musician one day
He's gonna know music from A to Z
He start doing beats, he start um, um, rapping
Um, he start selling his beats
To different artists in the local Florida region
At the age of 14, he also sold his CD's at the schools
Um, that he attend
And um, at that point he just never gave it up
During the course of him being 14, and selling beats
You know, take 'em to school
He'll take 10 to 15, sometime 20
And when he came back he had cash money