On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap

Twenty four hours a day

Focus your attention, not to mention the fact

Yeah, I′m high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L

High as hell, no YSL

Strictly LRG for the BD emcee

Lets see who could follow me on the journey

I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me

If not, this might be your last shot

'Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop

Drip-drop in your money fountain

No more in front of your honey counting chill

My skills pay bills; why you don′t?

You cry, who gon cry for me? You won't

Stop stressing; my impression

Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing

What's next on my agenda

′Cause you might be gone ′til November

Chill, Sam

Heyo Sam, I know you in the trap, you hustlin' the block and all that

But do me a favor man

When you see me in the streets you like, yo Buckshot

When you new joint comin′ up man, it's up to you to stay in hip hop, man

You know what I mean, I got new s**t droppin′ every day since the last joint

New 9th Wonder, new Sean Price Duck Down

You gotta keep your ass to the street too, man, it's only you too, man

Everybody got their own Sam

Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans

Every day, he got at least two grand

I′m like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan?

He said no problo, no job, no stress

We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless

Who's Bless? He worked for your older brother

When he had that crack spot open to the public

So lovely, now you want a piece of the action

When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened

Asking, how can I be just like you?

When I get dressed, I'll dress just like you

I said two things every hustle got a hassle

Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string

Do ya thing yo Sam, this is who I am

Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man

Listen, word

Heyo, e′body know what Sam on the block hustlin′, y'know what I′m sayin'

This is for all my trap brothers out there

On the block

Listening to Buckshot in the trap

Twenty four hours a day

On the clock

Nah mean?

I don′t do what you do, you don't do what I do

But we both do the same thing if you get where I′m coming from, ya feel me?

So when you see me on the streets and you're like

"Yo wassup Buckshot, wassup wit'chu"

I′m hustlin′ and grindin'

Duckin′ from the po-nine'in

Doin′ the same thing you do, my friend