Kiddo Fisto - Sit Lyke Buddah lyrics

Yup Money Money [Bridge: Kiddo Fisto] Pick up the mic Spit out the lines Pick up the grind One spliff at a time Pick up the mic Pick up the grind Spit out the lines One spliff at a time [Verse: Kiddo Fisto] Puff puff pa**, yes that's the rhythm Back to k** 'em k**ing the Industry Free from the penitentiary They mentally implant in we us Americans Scared us with these terrorists Televised Desert Fox And Fox can't even broadcast a pair of tits Damn But f** it This ain't about mocking some puppets Naw Straight love and how to reconstruct it It's a must if we wanna prosper Write proper conquer these bonkers I'm Skrillex at a concert Not Sure If this is real life Pinching my nose to see if I ain't dreaming like Lucid Lucid 'Bout to lose it for this music A threat to the game call me Putin, ruthless Stupids, Put the mic away I'm poppin' like kernels in the microwave Yeah that was corny I know Phone the 5-0 He going psycho Maestro on the loose Lose the loot dudes This is the true Money Money Paper? Not wantin' it Often get Compliments on this true mother f**ing dough This love for the mic Is one of a kind f** up your shine One song at a time My gun is my rhymes And my Knife is my puns You want some advice, you might want to run Quite some talent this dude got in his medulla Real sh**, the kid done grew up, used to Steal sh** and card theft, Now I do Sit like Buddha