[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Better brace yourself for the second coming
Gotta clear that, it's the baggage now I'm off and running
Did you hear that? Can you feel that?
It's static 'cause I finally done it
Spread a little bit of magic on you chocolate bunnies, I get it in!
Big Stone don't play no more
No - never not gettin' paid no more
Say what you really wanna say
You n***as wanna hate, but you really can't hate no more
No – never not on a stage no more
Strange Music dipped in butter
Different faces colors
Could've been a lot of others
Repping M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-O-U-R-I
Classify my shit together (shit together)
Struttin' with my feet together, clip together
Got my crib together, yeah I got my shit together

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Get buck!
Step on scene and they need me
And they know if you [?] trynna see me
Just because I get buck!
Callin' it a blast from the past
And tonight I'm 'bout to get up in that ass
You gon' watch me get buck!
Know you on the sideline hatin'
And your formula’s fitted to fakin', little buddy
Get buck!
Head like a Rorschak, shakin'
And you got the nerve to question what I’m thinkin'?
I'm about to get buck!