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buckwild - oleander lyrics

many of us know what it means to suffer. many of us know what it means to have a hard time

[verse 1:]
i don’t need the night off just 15 minutes about to scurry down
[white cough??] off
i need the dark slave took like 4 or 5 of me good grab it
heal the scars, y’all don’t see, it’s just me, t and timothy
n+ggas growing up we out here wild been to see no vendettas n+gga join the newsletter brand new chase sweaters
it’s chess, not checkers i’m a collector never been a debtor
we pacesetters no investors so they fed us when it’s pressure
i hold the trophy in the varsity leather ’cause i’m better
you know what? i’m on it’s cool we can get along, but it’s fake dope
guess it’s fake, though keep me away from the haters and the plain clothes
please, lord, let me drop a calm 60 on the scoreboard
no, i owe it to my hands. fallen friends, before you know it
it be fall again let’s see it to the end where do i begin?
lawless man love hard crush doja read ’til they eyes bleed
and grow up to be ron isley baddie beside me
to fight with my family for my cheese when they bury me

[verse 2:]
alpha delph has with me reuben long, 60, flipped it, sent it back quickly
hate missed me all them n+ggas from the star try to [?] me
now they black history
trying to exercise my civil rights honda civic nights, pressed up british knghts
we ain’t have enough to do it right when the dollars up
these n+ggas get polite when the loot hit you feel a n+gga plight we doing something right drinking moonshine half blind
and n+gga lost his own mind for ten minutes
came with it wired up no cable n+gga start the new label
i’m not brother’s keeper don’t blame me for that bullsh+t on your speakers
black leaders we the leaders bring your best black intel graphics with the left, which i’m blessed b+tch
they say, jay, we need some urgency inadvertently
my name is etched eternally dolo at the attorney
pop said it be lonely on your journey
it’s just me and my b+tch she was born when biggie dropped “me and my b+tch”
so now i got a h+rnet to shoot and shoot don’t blame tammy
i got the game from sammy old one camry new york , miami
just want to be with sandy you made it back with no planning on our job
praise allah the moon the stars
the rest is bullsh+t

- buckwild lyrics

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