On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap
Twenty four hours a day
Focus your attention, not to mention the fact
Yeah, I'm high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L
High as hell, no YSL
Strictly LRG for the BD emcee
Lets see who could follow me on the journey
I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me
If not, this might be your last shot
'Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop
Drip-drop in your money fountain
No more in front of your honey counting chill
My skills pay bills; why you don't?
You cry, who gon cry for me? You won't
Stop stressing; my impression
Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing
What's next on my agenda
'Cause you might be gone 'til November
Chill, Sam
Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that
But do me a favor man
When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot
When you new joint comin' up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man
You know what I mean, I got new shit droppin' every day since the last joint
New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down
You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man
Everybody got their own Sam
Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans
Every day, he got at least two grand
I'm like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?
He said no problo, no job, no stress
We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless
Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother
When he had that crack spot open to the public
So lovely, now you want a piece of the action
When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened
Asking, how can I be just like you?
When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you
I said two things every hustle got a hassle
Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string
Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am
Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man
Listen, word
Heyo, e'body know what Sam on the block hustlin', y'know what I'm sayin'
This is for all my trap brothers out there
On the block
Listening to Buckshot in the trap
Twenty four hours a day
On the clock
Nah mean?
I don't do what you do, you don't do what I do
But we both do the same thing if you get where I'm coming from, ya feel me?
So when you see me on the streets and you're like
"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu"
I'm hustlin' and grindin'
Duckin' from the po-nine'in
Doin' the same thing you do, my friend