Dream Bucket

My mans said come to the crib I told em boy oh no

I can't go back home the city act like They don't know you bro

You coulda broke the stone Or been on rolling stone The coldest on

They don't wanna cloneThey'd rather shoot you Just to see you gone

I don't want vlone I want Vuitton to rep my case No phone

Fire, fa-filet mignon I serve my plate and ate alone

Brown skin baddie wi a white caddy That's my favorite tone

The only reason I make music to Make yo favorite song

You think you made it Holmes Prolly not YouTube don't pay me so

I had to take the sole Up out my shoe To stand on paper gold Is better

But the silver on my ear hard Like the naked bone