Tears in a Bucket - Chetta

Riding through the ninth ward

Smoking nine eleven boy

Heard im bout that action boy

Call me cool lil corleone

Bitch im throwed

Always stoned

Always throwed

All alone

Put that on bank

Put that on the gang

What you think

Woadie dont play

Woadie dont think

What you think

Put that on sauce

Put that in the vault

What you think

I need all that guap

I need all that change

What you think

Im gunna be the one

They call up on to serve the heat

How many g’s it take

To flood my safe

Im surfing on blue cheese

What does a hot boy hot boy hot boy need

Rip hot boy hot boy hot boy shesh

I need a line a day

A line of pain

Been lying in a pool of shame

Ashamed to be a perfect stain

A stain will fade away

I can’t complain

Im on an eighth a day

Bitch keep your ace of spades

Dont need a wraith

I need a cooling kit

To cock it back and spray

Feds taking pictures of me

Bitches still snitching on me

Friends stay switching on me

Two tears In the bucket, fuck it

Straight up out the mud, that’s whats in my cup

Plus i’m off the Percocets and bud.

I can’t get enough

Call slick, calling my plug he like he got to up the lows

He grown up, my family was broke, me and my closest kinfolk

Sharing shoes and clothes, had no other choice

Still kill or sell dope, got the devil on my back

Ain’t no angels on my shoulder, feel like im carrying a boulder

All this weight up on my back, when i ain’t got my drugs im sober

Somebody can get smacked, rule number one fire woods to start the day,

make plays the bankroll fresh every god damn day

Give a fuck what a hater gotta say, long as my family straight, long as I get

my pay

Overcome obstacles everyday, run marathons to the K

Watch your back in these trees, watch your own associates in the freeze

Make sure all you’re niggas eat, i got 5 of em yesterday and have zero left

today, just a big biggo fat bankroll