Reporting to you live
Stepping to the mic like I do normally of course it be
B.D.U.B representing Raleigh-Durham what up
Bull City what up know how we do
Coming to you live fam
Putting it down always
Representing City Live

They ain't ready (uh huh)
They ain't ready (uh huh)
They ain't ready check it

Too fly to intervene well then step to the guillotine
You're like a philistine (Torture)
Let me hear him scream
You ain't got no dog in this gun fight (None)
34 days since seeing sunlight (My eyes)
You want to hate on the Dub I know that son tight
You ain't got the focus you ain't omnipotent
So how in the hell you gone stop this locomotive (I don't know)
Please give me some space to crush your inner orbit
I'm back feeling remorseless blacking out then whatever happens blame the voices
You come fake best avoid this to against the Live is on a list of bad choices (Survey Says)
I speak for the voiceless a penny for my thoughts buy a fleet of Rolls Royces (Cha-Ching)
Chop the head off your horseman peel your avocado go sleepy off a hollow sucka

Task Suffering Eyes look glassy buffering
This where all the tough talk turns to chucklin
But I ain't shuckin no jivin turkey ya heard me
Negative two fucks given word play worthy
That's why the people preferred me
Trying to get filthy rich so I can clean up the dirty
You can take a hitta out the hood but you should know the rest
The real problems is the ones that conducting the test
Reconstructing the flesh deep discussion with stress
While readjusting the debts private functions a lot press
The more money I press the more money I can process
See its process to progress money process
You ever live with killers what about with dealers
Keep it realer than the pretenders and fuck niggas
Tuck figures buck triggers some niggas got automatic drive
I just realized that they clutch quicker

Pull up on a nigga make him screech tires
We get it popping like trout in the deep fryer
You on light bread I've been about them Bucks like Michael Redd
Scheme and get a buckshot upside your head
I Bomaye them in a tomb I lay em
This been going on for years some assume decaying
Flesh rotting they knowing the best got em
Spot em like barbells over they neck when I drop them
Blowing kush all day mouth never get cotton
Yeah stay with a flow like a chick that stay spotting
Yo we can with a doctrine to keep the cheddy popping
Cook work or hit the booth forever ready rocking
One eye on the scope like I'm Fetty Waping
Yeah I been at the door but I'm no longer knocking
French kiss the pinky ring keep the name in your mouth
Till your having wet dreams, nigga

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Writer(s): Brandon White, Ronald Wilson, William Rhodes