Bud Man Interlude

[Intro]
Yo
Yo bro, I'm outside
Come on my nigga

[Verse]
I know I pulled up after hours
But lemme get an eighth for the dollar
I ain't smoke all day, I need a day or two
So I hit you with the text to see where that eighth'll do, you know I'm not playing you
So you got the best shit? So you gotta respect it
Swing that eight and we'll be straight
Imma hit you when the pack done, thank you, I'll be back son
Now it's time to be out one, ha
It's time for some action
Father dollar sign, nobody spit as nice as I
I worry bout a slice when I'm tryna take the fucking pie
A few years from now, imma be the one to idolise
I jumped in my bag, I'm at the bottom like McDonald's fries (Get it)
Four bands, I'll take that from the funny guy (Facts)
He spit that shit, that doodoo, that faeces
I, don't spill bars to San Quentin
Know when I'm talking bout my nigga, are you listening?
While I kick this knowledge, I take these rappers hostage for the profit
To reach the pocket, then I'll become the trending topic
Dipping in and out of flows, then I link up with the bros
Light the buddah while I school ya, it's my day I suppose
A dusty nigga with the beard all scruffy
A PE like Badmon or Chuck D
I stay with the sticky, you could call a nigga Puffy
The grass is greener on my side, it's like I'm lucky
I flip metaphors, similes, verbs and all that
Three's a sixteen in my sport, so I score that (Curry)
Lil $ha, but big man tings is in the plan
Rubber band with a couple grand from this mic in my hand
So high up, my aim tryna land
How high can I get to kiss the sky again?