Bubba Back

The greatest

Feel like I’m slowly dying instead of living life

Sippin whiskey gingers spittin' game to black isrealites

B**** thick as theives bob and weave like Prison dykes

Hit different like a hot spliff on frigid nights

I been Writing classics

Symptom of the times paint a dime face with microplastics

Told me that I broke her heart but it’s psychosomatic

Kayak waterfall rapids the life of a addict

Its like a rite of passage every time I write a passage

Kinda tragic cite a adage and incite the masses

Couple hunnid members deep like the court of Athens

Jedi mind tricks on custies it's a Force of habit

Fundamentally disconnected from things I see

Tryna develop my character but that isn’t me

Unsuccessfully suppress the voice within that tell me sin

Planning huge capers in a world that's Orwellian

Getaway clean I’m wit a dime piece in the bubble bath

Score in my eye line white truffle black duffel bag

Fuck around with drugs but I’m in love with cash

First instinct tryna make something last

She let my brother crack dubs in chat

Make fronted packs do gymnastics and jumpin' jacks

Link the b**** and beat but I'm tryna keep that under raps

She got my balls in her hand other hand out like running backs

You could do anything but be nice as this that’s a f****n" fact

You could sell all the shrimp in the world it wont bring bubba back

You could run away but Jenny still gone get a***

Thought i started at the ending that’s how things change

Send gangsters to get my soul back like ving rhames

Opportunity knocked it’s locked in my basement thick chains

Never let em know ya next move crash out and switch lanes

F*** yo b**** on the couch rest in peace to Rick James