Текст песни Badmon - Mouraine

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredrins
Yeah yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredrins
Yeah yeah
Tell me who the one slept on
Tell who the real bodmon

Look I did it by self that's facts
Paid the hard and the tax
Bitch I'm man you ain't even gotta ask
For validation they wanna get the pass
Where the fuck you was at when we flipped contrabands
When I need a clap you couldn't offer me hands
Now I'm doing shows with bands Woah
Made them cut a cheque in advance Woah
Before i touch stage for the fans Woah
Now I'm doing road cause I'm used to roads
I can the handle the tech I was built by the code
My success like breakfast Too early for the toast Woah
These niggas drop a track and they boast Woah
Mouraine rings bell by the coast Woah
I'm never in the city I'm ghost
Cause I gotta paid bitch I'm way too young
There's plenty places that I still never been
I get used to hate cause I got tough skin
I do it for the fam for the next of the kin
My career really took that spin
Kick every until they letting me in
I'm ready for fame and the pain that it bring
Why be in the game if you ain't aim for the win
You better stay in your lane If you don't wanna see me sin
I've been posted up with your thing she says Mouraine if you sing
I'm down to do anything

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredrins
Yeah yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredrins
Yeah yeah
Tell me who the one slept on
Tell who the real bodmon
Tell who the real bodmon
Yeah Yeah

Tell me who the whole city proud of
Every place he in really pop off
And he keep em on they toes like java
They can't catch up bitch I'm way too faster
That bitch thought she way too sick for the answer
Now the only place she can see me is plasma Woah
Think they she made a mistake
What's point of sweet talk
When you know you got cake
How you tryna book the mans
You ain't check don't ask for the rate Woah
Gritie showed how to go at them
Arlo knew this kid was a problem
Point proven
When you rock the squad ain't no time to be losing
Now I ain't tryna talk if you ain't Rick Rubin
How you slick talk when your beef is a reuben
You better keep moving Woah
Bitch I am the man gotta make it out
For me and the clan
Collect collect to feed the fam
I got the blueprint I got the plans
Get that money yeah I got demands
Wishes come true
The harder you grind
Now a days I don't sleep
Cause I gotta mine
Cut off the negative
No bad mind
I've been posted up with your chop
She's said Moraine you Rap
She's down to run up that top

I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredins
Yeah yeah
I got demands I got wishes
Pockets full dollars
Some blessing for my bredins
Yeah yeah
Tell me who the one slept on
Tell who the real bodmon