Bruce Wayne (feat. Ken Folks)

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!