BUD, NOT BUDDY

(804 shit) Yeah, said Bud, not Buddy P be the kid but I don't mean Cudi I'm too fly for their eyes, lemme rise, don't touch me Yeah, I might rap and my beats go dummy The fans want more, yeah I'm sure of, just trust me I cook it, I eat it, I'm active, I'm hungry I'm not after their pockets, not after their money I'm after a feeling, it's sweeter than honey I've caught a glance, ooh I chalked it up to being the man Who am I to deprive? Let's spread the jam, ugh I'm only trying to be frank, okay, okay, okay Bands, ugh, I look at them as helping hands Especially when they're falling out of my pants And I like to share but yeah it depends Okay, okay, okay Yeah, slow it down like Yertle and pay attention to who in your circle 'Cause it be your that be laying traps for you yeah, it be your own building hurdles Ain't been the same since we lost V, ain't been the same since Virgil Man, throw a salute to my colonel Alright, okay, okay, okay Yeah, said Bud, not Buddy P be the kid but I don't mean Cudi I'm too fly for their eyes, lemme rise, don't touch me Yeah, I might rap and my beats go dummy The fans want more, yeah I'm sure of, just trust me I cook it, I eat it, I'm active, I'm hungry I'm not after their pockets, not after their money I'm after a feeling, it's sweeter than honey, I'm- (Run it) I might totally eat this beat, keep it hunnid I want all my praise paid in full or I'll flood it I'm not on your level, openly, I'm above it And I might throw shade, aye This the east coast, bro, and you might get played Wait, okay, okay, okay, okay (This that east coast shit, nigga)