Bruce Wayne ft. Ken Folks Lyrics

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!