Текст песни BREAKIN' JOINTS - Zaruflo

Now I'm movin' now I'm movin'
I gotta do what I do
I'm really here on my runs now instead of four, threes, or twos
And I was effy for a paris, I could've been F'in you paris
I don't wait for the drop, I just flow from the pop

I just called in the nigga
And then I crapped on his kit
I played dage in the night time
And you will never, just forever be up on rise wait
I just called in the nigga, and then I crapped on his kit
I played dage in the night time
And you will never, just forever be up on rise wait

I just said mother, fuck the fame nigga, I'm still the same nigga
Mother-mother-mother fuck the fuckin' fame nigga
I'm still the same nigga (I'm still the same nigga)
And I'm still getting paid nigga

I get paper, moolah, yen and dollars (What else?)
Niggas mad 'cause your bitch be tryna holler (What else?)
Pop a collar, pop V's, and pop Scotties
And niggas mad 'cause your bitch on my body (Ha)
Back then when I used to dream about the linguini
Nowadays, I push up in the straight Lamborghini
And it's not no luck, man, it's not no Jimmy
I know you wish it was, tryna save your feelings
But back then, I was tryna go and save my cheddar
And back then when I was reading immigration letters
And back then, the shoe box fit the nice Beretta
And back then, my uncles hopped out the green old Jetta
Make your body quiver, make you shake, do the jitters
Discard you trash-ass niggas, I straight litter (Trash)
You livin' bitter, can't afford your babysitter (Facts)
Your baby moms at my crib, I'm straight with her
Straight with her, I'm a straight winner (Huh)
I sin every day, I'm sorry, God, I'm a straight sinner (Damn)
Ain't gon' lie, last night I had some great dinner (Facts)
My pockets keep gettin' fat, they don't get slimmer (Facts)
I mean, I like Rick with the Margiela (What else?)
My chain blind so much, I call it Helen Keller (What else?)
My left hand Mase, but my right hand a killer (What else?)
And I freestyle this whole shit, I'm feelin' iller (Oh my God)