Lyrics

We got lots, I'm breaking bread with my brothers Too much money to be hatin on each other, god damn If you takin from my plate then it be trouble Brooklyn boy I bring the wraith into the jungle, god damn Save the apology, got places that I gotta be, damn Tired of me because I'm moving at a high speed, damn Take a dose it got me feeling like the higher me Take a dose it got me feeling like the higher me Keep this 40 in my duffel, can't say mom agree She talkin slick but she don't ever wanna go and lead Who real as me it feel like something that you never seen, yeah Mission state of mind cuz all I know is getting green Nothing getting in between know the bitch can't say a thing, yeah Look at the red, look at that red look at that shit just bling These niggas still gotta catch up We got some shit we could pass ya They said the come up was faster They said that they real but they plastic We got lots, I'm breaking bread with my brothers Too much money to be hatin on each other, god damn If you takin from my plate then it be trouble Brooklyn boy I bring the wraith into the jungle, god
Writer(s): Elias Sostre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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