[Verse 1]
When I get bent I must represent, no question
Get up a dime spot and then I'm off to the dread section
Roots hit me off [bad word] out the spot I had to duck because a [bad word] tried to buck me
I'm easing on the Glock like, "What up, hop"
Buck's pulling out on cops cause I want free Glocks
What the [bad word]  bring your [bad word] [bad word] type brigade
Hitting them all, hand guns and hand grenades
Unreasonable the man that's wanted for murder
Got your block locked down, so [bad word] any further
In my clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so I'mma still get paid, I don't sweat it
I'm every MC's nightmare manifesting
little shorty pushing the fact that I'm best in
This [bad word] called hip-hop, raise the throne
Kid, don't front, I got you open in your dome

[Hook]
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid (Repeat x8)

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to my niggas in the East
And all the real niggas that was shot by beast
Around the way all we do is spark mad ism
Ladies be like, "Yo, he's Buckshot right there, that is him"
But let's get with the cipher, kid, pass the eight
So I can wet my lungs and blow smoke in your face
Word to Jah, niggas can't touch me, kid
Cause I'm too nice to do bids or ever hit skid
Fronts in the bottom of my teeth like whatever [bad word] On the real, gettin played, what, I never did
Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real niggas
The field niggas get the [bad word] ill triggers
Word to Herb, lick shot with my verb
And keep my hand on my grip when I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah chill T&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you know I got you open

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Late at night I catch a buzz, then I write
The type of ill [bad word] to make the mind feel tight
And be wanting to battle like every five minutes
But I'm in this like Guinness so that [bad word] get finished
Straight from the floors of [bad word]  feel the flame
You [bad word] [bad word]  I heard your nickname's Blaine
I hit your brain and you felt the pain, maintain
When [bad word] to a battle you know the Buck reigns
I overthrow the flow, niggas be like, "Yo, how'd you do that?" [bad word] be like "Yo who that, you're all that, yo, [bad word] that"
Never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
I used to make money, now I just take it
I do what I gotta do to bring you to the concrete
Bucking niggas down cause they think [bad word] is sweet
I keep a Tec whenever I'm in the projects
Ease out, then flex, in effect like Wreckx
Buck to your head, now die is my slogan
Don't front, you know I got you open

[Hook]