BUDDY

[Verse 1: KISSTHECROOK]
All black like a haka
Talk a lot of smack till you gettin' hit with that rata
I'm a, I'm a
Tunnel rat, crawling through the night like my name Jake
If it bleeds it leads
Ezio - Assassin's Creed
This a renaissance of the artist
Ron Artest this a malice in the fuckin' palace
Come and pick a bone, sharpen tongues this shit I hone
Run a homing missile at yo dome, like a light you shone
Dumb motherfucker talking bout the pay
Too many followers and they be tryna bite my shit boy
Told a fuck up leave and go and make some fucking hits boy
Bitch boy you a rich boy - silver spoon pussy change your lame ways and go work for your shit boy
Y'all be trading bars like a swap meet
Hey, what?
I only supply me, nothing surprise me
They wanna try me, they gotta - they gotta find me ayy
Don't need a wraith in my driveway ayy
I got a bike and that's my way ayy
Want head protection, X-Games mode
I'm sharing the sex like an eskimo
I'm at the front, I helm it - rockin this shit like im Elvis
Thrustin yo bitch with my pelvis
Delving deep, she gon leave yo ass for me
I'm selfish, one hand in the bag I'm thieving for the cheese
Chucky with toys, I got em bloody
Muddy with blunts, I got em dirty
Funny shit runnin, not your b uddy
Chucky with toys, I got em bloody
Muddy with blunts, I got em dirty
Funny shit runnin, not your buddy
Ayy

[Bridge: KISSTHECROOK]

No we not killers
I'll make you meet Dilla
Me and Coolboii are the villains
Rockin' Margiela
No we not killers
I'll make you meet Dilla
Me and Coolboii are the villains
Rockin' Margiela

[Verse 2: Coolboii]
I think I need me a sedative
Friends overdosing on medicine
Demons came knocking he let em in
Dying so young it’s repetitive
Fighting so hard to be relevant
Paying it off wit intelligence
Bitches are ugly and venomous
I barely made it ahead of this
Dripping and leaving no trace
I’m cryin' now all in my eighth
Smoking it all to the face
I need to start leaving my place
It’s scary at night outside
They whipping in one of they rides
I’m seeing the hate in they eyes
Can’t take me wit all of they knives
Harming my body, meet in the lobby
They wanna try me, they gotta find me
Satan divide me, smoking a hobby
What do you want cuz maybe I find it
Feeling the rhythm the villain divine
Killing a nigga who try to deny
Maybe I will but who gonna try
Say that you friend, but why would you lie?
Boy