Lyrics No Control - Wonder Thunder

Tryna bring the bread home
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'mma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend Zone
Street ain't no friend Zone

Tryna find my way up
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'mma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend Zone
Street ain't no friend Zone

Lemme tf alone u don't know how I feel
Sad to see these young black kings get RIPed
Bobbing from the Feds, we sons of anarchy
Tryna get on top the food chain hierarchy

Oh yeah
Ima start with benediction
Long we been fighting poverty
Anxiety and addiction

Still don't get no sober
Cuz I know I'm on a mission
Going for the win real hard Oh yeah you know
That's my ambition yeah

Working everyday, even on a weekend
I gat fams to feed back at home
I gotta meet end
Cuz I was nice and soft some people said I got weak
And I'm stepping up my game
Same people said i got wicked

Mama told me watch your back from
Gees that's got your back
Trust no one son or end up in a body bag
Friends turn foes
Like virgins turn hoes

Keep your circle small boy
Do your shit on your own yeah
All I need is a microphone
A notepad to write a song

I'd tell you the life I'm on
Come ride along.
I don't need no clown on my side no fake in my bottomline
So if you ain't talking money, lemme alone

Tryna bring the bread home
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'mma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend Zone
Street ain't no friend Zone

Tryna find my way up
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'mma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend Zone
Street ain't no friend Zone

I'm hanging with my Thug niggaz
Weeding winning, smoking we gon puff nigga
Malowa oh malowa, mashere Pelu trigger
Me and my Gees smoking hot
Smoking em like cigar

Rather go rouge than go broke
Mama said I shouldn't hustle that na old folk
Moti gbera moyin lowo, eyin slow pokes
Emi gbe jet, Elo gbe keke napep Eti mofo

Gee I ain't folding
Set up me proxy
Pour me some codeine
Learn me some coding

My Ep loading
Shoutout to Tozy
On the bag close in
Do this for life yeah I was chosen
Do this for life yeah I was chosen

Haters get toxic yeah yeah
Oh oh yeah yeah

Tryna bring the bread home
Ima need to step on toes
I'm sorry bro I'm sorry bro
Ima needs step on toes

I'm balling everyday
This ain't no friend zone
Go hard or go home

Mama told me watch your back from
Gees that's got your back
Trust no one son or end up in a body bag

Friends turn foes
Like virgins turn hoes
Keep your circle small boy
Do your shit on your own yeah

All I need is a microphone
A notepad to write a song
I'd tell you the life I'm on
Come ride along

I don't need no clown on my side.
No fake in my bottomline
So if you ain't talking money, lemme alone

Tryna bring the bread home
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'mma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend zone
Street ain't no friend zone

Tryna find my way up
I'ma needa step on toes
But I'ma do it anyways
I'm balling, No control

Just tryna get the doe
Street ain't no friend zone
Street ain't no friend zone
(Thuggaman Thuggaman)

Gee I ain't folding
Set up me proxy
Pour me some codeine
Learn me some coding

My Ep loading
Shoutout to Tozy
On the bag close in
Do this for life yeah I was chosen

Yeah I was chosen
Haters get toxic yeah yeah
Haters get toxic yeah yeah
Thugga thunder oh yeah yeah

Ijoba benzene benzor
Kinan wi kinan so
Eh

Oh oh yeah yeah