[Verse 1] Overseas mixtape tourin' You was probably thinkin' bout me durin' Quran with me, thumbin' through the Surahs In need of moisture, wouldn't give you urine Rest in peace Puerto Rican J Yo no me canso, what the fuck he say? Fat Marquito, who the fuck are they? With her mother, probably where she stay Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy? Sure as hell ain't Puerto Rican Gates Name in my ear, real 'til you squeal You no longer solid, on some gangster shit Hoe get out your feelings All on Instagram Internet beef, lil' dirty stinky bitch Hate I mean this with all my heart when I tell you Fuck your mama, I just bought a whip On you pussy where you niggas gotta sit Sayin' pussy cause you sure ain't gotta dick Born Breadwinner, fuck that other shit I-I believe in a sky, a higher power Shots fired by your favorite rapper Partner - boom boom boom - God got my body God time to shine, I'm not satisfied Lucas on the line, shut up hoe be quiet Hoes wanna fuck Breadwinner Ron Come on say you don't, hoe you know you lyin' Pretty motherfucker, jokers say I'm ugly Where your real hair? Hoe you know you byin' Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you kept it Took a lot of Ls, I became a veteran Over set-backs, I be steady steppin'
(Surah Al-Fatiha) Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil ‘alameen Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Maaliki yaumid Deen (yeah) Iyyaaka na’abudu wa iyyaaka nasta’een Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem Siraatal ladheena an ‘amta’ alaihim Ghairil maghduubi’ alaihim waladaaleen Ah sha la do Allah E la ha il Allah Washa do Muhammad Du la surah Allah Allahu Akbar
[Verse 2] Double duck city, tooly rang movin' Out the chain gang, 40 with the drum Same nigga in your party goin' dumb Diamonds in my mouth, I don't let it run Rihanna wanna suck a real nigga dick Really goin' down, not in no DM Partner wonder why she won't let it slip He don't keep it real, hit him on the flip Meet me 'round the corner, burn him with the sticks Why he got the biz? He know what he did Ain't no love when the winners really win Peddle drugs in a rental, spin your wheels Junkie name bought a spot, I pay the bills Cocaine residue up under fingernails All on top the table and on every scale Pop scrips for me, I want every pill Winter cold summer, never know the feel Sirens pull up, we already know the drill Whoop the charge, but we couldn't beat the ride Schemin' on me, see the look in people eyes She a demon, while she speakin' I'ma slide Nigga winkin' I ain't even much surprise Common Projects on my feet, I need to drive [?] I caught a close to twenty-five Five years ago, when I was twenty-five Twenty-five, facin' twenty-five to life Receivin' in, wasn't even read my rights A bitch who want some money, she can take a hike Me, myself, and I took my own advice Breadwinner films, built an enterprise Down to shoot some shit, depend on which device Going in alone, rappers tellin' lies Keep it platinum, never change, homie Heard they 'posed to got some change on you You go platinum, family change on you Mouth is platinum, spout some change on them I never stress on 'em touchin' me Think 'bout it 'fore you run up on me Some will say'll say that they don't fuck with me Probably cause they cannot fuck with me
(Surah al-Fatiha) Bismillaah ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Al hamdu lillaahi rabbil ‘alameen Ar-Rahman ar-Raheem Maaliki yaumid Deen (yeah) Iyyaaka na’abudu wa iyyaaka nasta’een Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem Siraatal ladheena an ‘amta’ alaihim Ghairil maghduubi’ alaihim waladaaleen Ah sha la do Allah E la ha il Allah Washa do Muhammad Du la surah Allah Allahu AkbarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
