[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