[Verse 1]:
Buddha Gold what it do what's good
Just came out the hood just land in the mud (what the f**)
Trying to get mine
Trying to get dough
Trying to lay low, cause n***as caged yo
10 years, no payroll
It's lame I know, explain I won't
To any Federally
Who want my mind & body
To be locked behind bars
Probably get knocked for these bars
Pop lock dropped for this bars
Nah it hot for me dog
Trying to get in between bread
But the pigs in the blanket
Low waitin, can't take this
They gone f** around & slip up
Get lit up
Cause n***as care more bout money than pink slips
On some street sh**
Tales from the block, i hailed from the block
At a point, n***a you would've thought hell was on this block
Young boys dying, supplying
Moms crying, Aunts using
Uncles being called, but nobody related
We dap, keep it moving
Cameras installed we're watched
But watching back (watch our backs)
This not jus rap
These melodic speeches
This is how u reach us
Our thoughts get brought to pieces of paper
Later recorded then played on MP3 format
& hope we get paid, we need all that