King of August - Buncha Lyrics

Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha
Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha

Abundance, who wants it?
All the good and bad it comes with
Throw it at me watch me function
Banked on myself
For far too long to be leaving this earth with nothing
I put a whole lot of my shit at risk, to get to this
And felt like when I got it it still ain't shit
To get all you desire and find shit don't mix
Changed names and I stuck to it
You put that king in your title then live up to it
You put your foot on they neck don't let up stupid
They'll take the chances you give em and run through it
It ain't enough to 'em
Til they stand your spot
And got what you got
Show em what it took to get, how it ain't for they kind
Don't pay hate no mind
Advice I'd have given myself as a child
When you grow up sucker shit won't have the time
Put bullshit aside and go get at this mic
Get outta them street before you can't turn them down
Lead and don't follow no busters around
We better than these clowns
You don't see it now but it's clear
This the game of life, shit ain't fair nigga
Pay your dues, they don't care
Don't forget where you started
It took alot to get here

Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha
Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha

When that hurt gon' settle in? It been did
Tell me where my compassion went? It been dead
Tell me where my companion went? They been left
When you run 'round broke you won't see an arm stretch
So I keep my arm strong, Heinemann at they neck
And I'll apply that pressure til I pop each vessel
Niggas throw they're opinions like you find them special
Like I value your views enough to scrap my metric
Nigga fuck no, my nigga fuck no
And I don't give a damn if that shit sound selfish
I'd rather that then hear rumbles going in my intestine
Cause when it was clearly a hell no at the end of each message
I just took it and measured it
Left it at what it is and got it together then
I saw the benefit in being selective
I'll take my second wind and leave with the extras
I need all off it
The good the bad and everything that come with it
Enjoying the process of stepping over these fuck niggas
They wanna fill my shoes knowing they can't run with him
I'm ducking subliminal disses, you should have just mentioned him
Don't make me spazzed out
Before you the one get caught with yo ass out
We done came a long way from the wrong route
180 on the freeway, this ain't nothin but the turn around

Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha
Gotta buncha shit I gotta fix
Financial, mental health, relationships
A buncha bitches I ain't never leave
Due to my own fear of complicating things
A buncha accolades I gotta claim
To show my opposition we ain't built the same
I gotta, buncha
I gotta, buncha