[Verse] Truth be told, I seen tings turn to chains on the wrist, Bling rocks bought with pain, five years lost in the mist. Currencies adored by the ones who distort, Time‑stamped souls get herded through a system of sorts. Idols get worshipped while the real ones fade, People burnin’ up their hours just to bow to charades. Fiction crowned king while the truth gets tossed, Grateful turns treacherous, the loyal ones lost. Cursed by the grind, gettin’ tightened instead, Blind minds shut out while the lies get fed. But I rise through the chimes, past the noise and the mess, ’Cause less made me more, and the truth made me blessed. [Chorus] Big ins to brother Bucky, grace in every loss he carried, Revered through the sickness, true master never buried. Crafted M.C., legendary wit in every beat he dropped, Themes hit deep, rhythm speak, lyrically he never stopped. Bass pound heavy when he spins this loud, Fans feel the heartbeat runnin’ through the crowd. BossBoz shoutouts, respect to the craft, Bucky on the decks make the whole place blast.
