Young Buck - To Be Continued lyrics
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Buck - To Be Continued lyrics]
Took a nap in the traffic woke
Up with nothing to lose
Tryin' to knock the face off these
Fuck niggas with something to prove
Don't play no game in these
Streets I never have, never will
My bimbo hiding my bills but right
On time when it's real
Hell they crucified Jesus we put
Our trust in our preachers
Teachers, buffing out we born
Bison through leaders
On my bike with 2 heaters on a 6 figure bars
So I'm still a felon in
Possession of a firearm
In 2 months I'll be sinner
18 months from my kids
Don't know nothing about this weapon
It was nothing I did
He was found in my house
And they found no fingerprints
The only felony on my record
I got it dismissed
Federal DA trying to throw me
Over this settle will fix
The only office prison even if
They no ever did go to trial and I lose the
Most I'm looking at is 10
I'm innocent but I'm still on
My way to somebody pen
Fuck niggas get it right that have to
Snitch to get no lesser time
Then cut no deals and ain't no
Eyes I just settle mine
Pussy check the paper work but
You look better lying if I said your name I
Be snitching so never mind
Kick you while you down pick you
Up just to spin you out
Look you up just to pin you down
Pop what's got into you now
Fuck all you rappers niggas
Want some attention
You life 'bout to get cut off
Me nigga need an extension
I just reallocating mansions nigga
What's in eviction i see a nigga doing damn
Good what's your description
I'm still posting in the damn
Hood loaded with chicken
So I might just turn my fakes
In when the photos is flicking
You want me dead all you know is decision
Got an AK in the head
Givin' me more ammunition
In 2 months I'll be sinner
18 months from my kids
And to a nigga with life
That's disrespecting his bitch
You should open your lips before
You open your mouth
Speaking, calling me a snitch like
You spoke on the south
Like you spoke on my city boy
Do you know what I'm 'bout
Did you ever stop to think
Before going a round dead end
Up with nothing to lose
Tryin' to knock the face off these
Fuck niggas with something to prove
Don't play no game in these
Streets I never have, never will
My bimbo hiding my bills but right
On time when it's real
Hell they crucified Jesus we put
Our trust in our preachers
Teachers, buffing out we born
Bison through leaders
On my bike with 2 heaters on a 6 figure bars
So I'm still a felon in
Possession of a firearm
In 2 months I'll be sinner
18 months from my kids
Don't know nothing about this weapon
It was nothing I did
He was found in my house
And they found no fingerprints
The only felony on my record
I got it dismissed
Federal DA trying to throw me
Over this settle will fix
The only office prison even if
They no ever did go to trial and I lose the
Most I'm looking at is 10
I'm innocent but I'm still on
My way to somebody pen
Fuck niggas get it right that have to
Snitch to get no lesser time
Then cut no deals and ain't no
Eyes I just settle mine
Pussy check the paper work but
You look better lying if I said your name I
Be snitching so never mind
Kick you while you down pick you
Up just to spin you out
Look you up just to pin you down
Pop what's got into you now
Fuck all you rappers niggas
Want some attention
You life 'bout to get cut off
Me nigga need an extension
I just reallocating mansions nigga
What's in eviction i see a nigga doing damn
Good what's your description
I'm still posting in the damn
Hood loaded with chicken
So I might just turn my fakes
In when the photos is flicking
You want me dead all you know is decision
Got an AK in the head
Givin' me more ammunition
In 2 months I'll be sinner
18 months from my kids
And to a nigga with life
That's disrespecting his bitch
You should open your lips before
You open your mouth
Speaking, calling me a snitch like
You spoke on the south
Like you spoke on my city boy
Do you know what I'm 'bout
Did you ever stop to think
Before going a round dead end