Lyrics

[Intro]
Chuckin'—buckets! (Echo it loud, the crowd's gotta feel it)
Chuckin'—buckets! (Let the beat breathe for two counts after)
Let it simmer, now the bass about to plummet,
Heads bangin’, hearts thumpin’, now the track's done summonin’.

[Verse 1]
Rubber grip flow, hands on the handles,
Life too lit, wick burnin’ like candles.
Lob it up; sky meant for dunkin’,
All net talk, no bricks in my function.

[Chorus]
Chuckin'—buckets! (Blast it loud, make ’em jump high)
Pour it on ’em, rainstorm, can’t deny.
Spillin’ sauce, yeah, it's messy but it’s dope,
Buckets on buckets, dreams overflow.

[Verse 2]
Streets be loud, drums be knockin’ militant,
808’s deadly, rival a filament.
Paid in the trenches with green face receipts,
Late nights grindin', city alive in beats.

[Bridge]
Chuckin'—buckets! Hands to the sky,
From the struggle we elevate, we defy.
Chuckin'—buckets! Scale every height,
From dusk ’til dawn, ignite the night.

[Verse 3]
Promise the gloom ain't permanent as evergreens,
Steppin’ with schemes, craftin’ these vivid dreams.
Sweat drips through jersey threads, pressure builds,
But every drop spent made 'em recognize the skills.