Itsuo - Bucket Hat Lyrics

(Ohohoh)
(Ohohoh)
(Ohohoh yeah)
(Hop out the back with the bucket hat yea)
(Hop out the back with the bucket hat)
(Hop out the back yeah uh)
Hop out the back with the bucket hat
Got the pack make a stack Ion slack
I don't slack on the track
Why they hate cause I'm back
I came out the gutter
I'm talking my shit Ion stutter
Making moves to make my life a lil better
Had opportunities but I don't settle
No I don't settle for less
Playing it smart
This ain't no chess
I don't aim for no ones position I go after self evolution
Better myself and escape this illusion
Demons clutter my head with pollution
That I don't have a chance
But I'm done with this dance
Time to make a chance
Get rich or die trying
Get rich or die trying
Get rich or die trying
Make this bitch go up in flames when I'm done cause I'm tired
(Yuh)
Of seeing my team down bad
I know we gone make out this rainy season
I made it this far for a reason
It's my calling
Put the east side on the mother fucking map as I rep triple 7
On my back like a jersey this my team
And we keep it real
For real
For real
Yea
Uh
Laying low
Lay low off the grid
Making dough
Why they haten onna kid
(I don't know)
(I don't know)
The zip code
Where I've been busy
Chicago
Yea that's my city
Chicago
Yea that's my city
Laying low
Lay low off the grid
Making dough
Why they hatin onna kid
(I don't know)
(Why they hat onna kid)
Why they hate onna kid
Why they hate onna kid
Maybe cause I came in this bitch and I slid
On the cash flow
And I use these bars like ammo
With every track that I write
With every rhyme that I write
Up late Sipping sprite, no lean in my cup
But my pen
Demons got me up against the wall gotta learn to fight through it
Or I'll never make it out this hell
Use to be stuck in a shell
So many bars like a prison cell
Wish me well cause you a sell out
Let my demons speak, oh shit all hell broke loose
Triple7 I'm my own god like I'm possessing Zeus
Fuck the beat up like I'm Bruce Lee
Ah shit I ain't neva had to do em so brutally
Who would've thought I would make it this far
All of these niggas they doubted me this far
I'm still here, Uh Getting wiser everyday
I'm still here Setting goals to reach everyday
Asking god can a sinner make amends
Can I really make it to give back to moms and my pops
No matter what I gotta make it to the top

(Ohohoh)
(Ohohoh)
(Ohohoh yeah)
(Hop out the back with the bucket hat yea)
(Hop out the back with the bucket hat)
(Hop out the back yeah uh)
Hop out the back with the bucket hat
Got the pack make a stack Ion slack
I don't slack on the track
Why they hate cause I'm back
I came out the gutter
I'm talking my shit Ion stutter
Making moves to make my life a lil better
Had opportunities but I don't settle
No I don't settle for less
Playing it smart
This ain't no chess
I don't aim for no ones position I go after self evolution
Better myself and escape this illusion
Demons clutter my head with pollution
That I don't have a chance
But I'm done with this dance
Time to make a chance
Get rich or die trying
Get rich or die trying
Get rich or die trying
Make this bitch go up in flames when I'm done cause I'm tired
(Yuh)
Of seeing my team down bad
I know we gone make out this rainy season
I made it this far for a reason
It's my calling
Put the east side on the mother fucking map as I rep triple 7
On my back like a jersey this my team
And we keep it real
For real
For real
Yea
Uh
Laying low
Lay low off the grid
Making dough
Why they haten onna kid
(I don't know)
(I don't know)
The zip code
Where I've been busy
Chicago
Yea that's my city
Chicago
Yea that's my city
Laying low
Lay low off the grid
Making dough
Why they hatin onna kid
(I don't know)
(Why they hat onna kid)
Why they hate onna kid
Why they hate onna kid
Maybe cause I came in this bitch and I slid
On the cash flow
And I use these bars like ammo
With every track that I write
With every rhyme that I write
Up late Sipping sprite, no lean in my cup
But my pen
Demons got me up against the wall gotta learn to fight through it
Or I'll never make it out this hell
Use to be stuck in a shell
So many bars like a prison cell
Wish me well cause you a sell out
Let my demons speak, oh shit all hell broke loose
Triple7 I'm my own god like I'm possessing Zeus
Fuck the beat up like I'm Bruce Lee
Ah shit I ain't neva had to do em so brutally
Who would've thought I would make it this far
All of these niggas they doubted me this far
I'm still here, Uh Getting wiser everyday
I'm still here Setting goals to reach everyday
Asking god can a sinner make amends
Can I really make it to give back to moms and my pops
No matter what I gotta make it to the top