Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] I've been talking pain for a decade No hype You can hear the pain in my belly bench pressing 45 plates But your cause like big budget head shot dead hunting all night Two eyes gave me vision But I had the foresight searching for the truth Ima' violate the fourth right Lost the first three Brang my gun by the fourth fight Made it out of hell but so of course I want more ice, more more cars, more life Fashion week used to be a big deal until y'all made the fashion weak Ima' spеak [Hook: Bodega Bamz] My cloth cut from the last of a dying bread I'm talking Gambino yeah I'm talking Gеnevieves We don't beg for mercy we don't say please When we taking pictures we don't say cheese Ima start charging y'all late fees Cause y'all been talking y'all time not to credit me The Don [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz] Yo, is better to burn out than fade away I send a text to my barber I need my faith today Cause I ain't gotta clue what I'ma face today What I'm gonna make today and I started late today My suit game like McGregor Fifty Shades of Grey Won't be satisfied until I'm making 50k a day God didn't only just humble me he sat me down Sign of the cross to this day nobody back me down Catch me at the hole in the walls Where they don't pat me down Old rappers live off the past I'm like what happened now Dropped out in 10th grade I ain't reach the cap and gown Thought I wouldn't make it on this journey Who's crying now? I'm around If didn't rap I would make the sound I'm the man who supplied the man who supply the town I just want to flow like a fountain And rifle that could spot a evil up in the mountain A Jewish layer named Lansky should have been my accountant The great 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… who's counting? Fifteen minutes of fame And enough to sell my soul If I never go platinum I'm still gold Killers say he was the best but not promoted right And I feel the same way about me I ain't black I ain't white I'm a tan to the third degree Ain't no way you never heard of me! [Hook: Bodega Bamz] My cloth cut from the last of a dying bread I'm taking Gambino yeah I'm talking Genevieve's We don't beg for mercy we don't say please When we taking pictures we don't say cheese I'ma start charging y'all late fees Cause y'all been talking y'all time not to credit me The Don I'ma start charging y'all late fees Cause y'all been talking y'all time not to credit me The Don