Bruce Wayne Lyrics

Losing friends like loose change

Whole family gone like bruce wayne

I'm different inna fight like two chainz

Demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down

All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down

Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now

Back that ass up drop it to the floor now

You been living in September's and October's

I been living in December a lot colder

You been living in rememberin"I told yas"

My addiction to the weed and it's not yola

And my mama prolly mad but It's not coca

I ain't gonna tell my dad that I'm not sober

I don't wanna trade no stock imma stock holder

And I don't wanna take no shot I'm Lamar odom

I don't wanna chuck a shot no C4

Homies posted on the block no free throw

Always chasing hella cars no repo

You prolly wish a homie would - Home Depot

Lemme get my 20 kills no attachments

Gold gun gold mouth no catfish

My place right now no ratchets

No practice ground no mattress

Smoke that cactus

If this was battle rap

I'll put you six feet under grass

This red dot trained to buck and dash

Scarred for life no underpass

I forgot to mention I got

Tomahawks and blundergats

My homies think I need an intervention and a bubble bath

I know I'm ripping metal like my dab pen died

I ain't ever gotta settle like my last ten tries

Cooking crack up in a kettle

Pushin weight I'm pushing petals

I can tell by your reaction to the flight - red eyes

I'm the best kept secret but the rumors are spreading

I know the sooner the better but I don't owe you (OU) no cheddar

Missin calls from friends and fam I don't know who I'm forgetting

My phone ain't got no time to ring I picture you at the wedding

I like my pockets be breaded

I wish my psyche was better

I wish my homies and my baby never deal with depression

I got enough to go around

You pushing weight I'm pushing pounds

I put on 20 maybe 30 on my waist not bank account

Losing friends like loose change

Whole family gone like bruce wayne

I'm different inna fight like two chainz

And my demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down

All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down

Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now

Back that ass up drop it to the floor now

Known to go thru hell and still come up out the rubble

This lil mami tinker bell

I'm like the suns in the bubble

I hope my sons outta trouble and if they ain't then we struggle

And if motherfuckers thuggin then the sums getting doubled

I diss a bitch while I'm wearing a shirt that the chick gave me

Flick of the wrist I'm driving we swerve crazy

Dab in my palms I'm puffin the shit stanky

Eighth in her arms I'm tellin the bitch pay me

Play my song say she think I'm the greatest to ever do it

Granted wish now I know that this chick is just hella stupid

I'm a genie nice to meet me she diggin my brand of music

She get freaky go rafiki my presence is an illusion

I rap like I got contusions - I'm coughing up bloody mucus

Make a wish to be a rapper then toss a coin in the lewis

Go home - make a song first - check it inside the Buick

Always losin track of the clockwork - Stanley Kubrick

I don't mean to drop friends like loose change

But my whole fam gone like bruce wayne

I'm different inna fight like two chainz

Cause my Demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down

All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down

Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now

Back that ass up drop it to the floor now