BUD, NOT BUDDY

(804 shit)
Yeah, said Bud, not Buddy
P be the kid but I don't mean Cudi
I'm too fly for their eyes, lemme rise, don't touch me
Yeah, I might rap and my beats go dummy
The fans want more, yeah I'm sure of, just trust me
I cook it, I eat it, I'm active, I'm hungry
I'm not after their pockets, not after their money
I'm after a feeling, it's sweeter than honey

I've caught a glance, ooh
I chalked it up to being the man
Who am I to deprive? Let's spread the jam, ugh
I'm only trying to be frank, okay, okay, okay
Bands, ugh, I look at them as helping hands
Especially when they're falling out of my pants
And I like to share but yeah it depends
Okay, okay, okay

Yeah, slow it down like Yertle and pay attention to who in your circle
'Cause it be your own that be laying traps for you yeah, it be your own building hurdles
Ain't been the same since we lost V, ain't been the same since Virgil
Man, throw a salute to my colonel
Alright, okay, okay, okay

Yeah, said Bud, not Buddy
P be the kid but I don't mean Cudi
I'm too fly for their eyes, lemme rise, don't touch me
Yeah, I might rap and my beats go dummy
The fans want more, yeah I'm sure of, just trust me
I cook it, I eat it, I'm active, I'm hungry
I'm not after their pockets, not after their money
I'm after a feeling, it's sweeter than honey, I'm- (Run it)

I might totally eat this beat, keep it hunnid
I want all my praise paid in full or I'll flood it
I'm not on your level, openly, I'm above it
And I might throw shade, aye
This the east coast, bro, and you might get played
Wait, okay, okay, okay, okay (This that east coast shit, nigga)