Текст песни Bruce Wayne (feat. Ken Folks) - ItsCake

The stars shine when the sun go down
We all tired when the fun run out
It's all fun till the guns come out
Niggas true colors gone come out
Real niggas real emotional
You lil niggas get emotional
Wait till we get a hold of you
Boy get ahold yo emotions look
I worked too fucking hard for this
And you too fucking smart for this
Or you lil niggas dumb or what
Free money who gone run it up
900 then double up
Run it up never run from nothing
Mario level up, what

Young nigga getting to a bag
I got my foot on the gas
I got my foot on they neck
I got a bitch and she get to the bag
A pair together we match
Window shopping want tint on the jag
Matte black on black back to back
I got it a twin on they ass
Master Wayne the city is mine
I'm living divine, my niggas sublime
Either destiny or nick of time
Keep it business yours and mine
No game like the dope game
Slow fame like no fame
Blue hundreds like the Blue Flame
Bruce Wayne

Black on black Batman
See through a nigga cat scan
Walter White the meth man
We in the lab
Fast money don't last
Fast money don't crash
AMG with the tint on they ass
White girl with a big ole ass
Jesus in all gold, no shade I throw 4's
You niggas know how the story goes
You niggas know how this suppose to go
No game like a new game
Street fame ain't a good thing
Run the city young Bruce Wayne
Gang!