Текст песни
We at lust I'm breaking bread with my brothers
Too much money to be hating on each other, god damn
If you taking from my plate then it be trouble
Brooklyn boy I bring the wraith into the jungle, god damn
Save the apologies, got places that I got to be, damn
They 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 duffle, can't see mama grief
She talking slick but she don't ever wanna go and leave
Who real as me? It feel like something that you never seen, yea
Michigan State of mind cause all I know is getting green
Nothing getting in between, no my bitch can't say a thing, yea
Look at her ring, look at her ring
Look at the shit just bling
These niggas still gotta catch up
We got some shit we could patch up
They said the come up was faster
They say that they real but they plastic
We at lust I'm breaking bread with my brothers
Too much money to be hating on each other, god damn
If you taking from my plate then it be trouble
Brooklyn boy I bring the wraith into the jungle, god