Bambu - Fig Newtons lyrics

It's Buck Taylor, world infamous
Ask 'em and you'll buy
Soul Assassin where we make music
And practice muay thai
Shoot nines at targets in the
Shape of blurred types
I believe those the type that
Try to take my life
By trading money on the board
Sell me shit I can't afford
Obama part of the system and
He just got four more
More tours if I could just to
Keep me out the hood
Just to keep me on the road
Keep my pocket's slow
Keep that product flow coming
J's by the hundreds
Chris Dorner on the corner shooting dice
Homie fuck it we gon' buy a forty ounce and
Politic the whole night away
I stay in the middle of where
The cops and robbers play hey
I love a brown skin woman i got no follow up
Huh, and all my sister's go
And all the women go follow me

I know you can't see what I'm doing
Just try to picture what I'm
Doing and do the same thing feel
Safe you good here trust

Maaaaan they keep killing black people on
Walking Dead so I switched
Breaking Bad been my shit that
40 ounce got me blitz
Eating Fig Newton's reading 'bout pigs
Shooting up Asian ladies
Television reality is making our babies lazy
Crazy maybe, even I'm thieving my air time
Just to get the message out on
How we short on our time sign of our times
Written in LCD screen lights
With sponsorship from a media
Outlet that tells lies
The cycle is sick and not the kind
Of sick that Big Duke is
The kind of sick that only
Get injected by the stupid
Losing sight of our blood line
Look at how this rap is
Shit that rappers hate is the
Shit that rapper's make
And I give up like I'm tapping
Tell the ref to get him off me
Empty bottle, fully drunk
I need to chase it with coffee
And I'm prolly gonna puff pockets on stuck
Let's see if my baby mama can
Spare me a couple bucks