Broadway

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sample] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot [Verse] Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Know I got drugs on me, so they try to appease Try to appease by getting on their knees Smoking mother nature, smoking on trees Niggas dying, they're all over tees Bumping music, mp3.s Niggas talking shit, so I leave them in a ditch Fuck their bitch whilе they're dead Thеir soul cries while she sits in my bed Drinking tap water, it's filled with lead Everyone says it should've been me instead I never get any cred, but I don't sit on a fucking bench yeah I still do my shit, I still do it against your wish yeah I quit school and been making music ever fucking since On my own as always, everyone knows life goes both ways Why you acting like it's Broadway, put you out in the ashtray Too flames for Hell, but too rough for heaven Send more suckers to the gate with my .11 Skinny ass nerds rapping about fucking drilling I know you ain't doing fucking killing But when I say that it makes me a villain Money so short, got you looking like Krillin Flying like Goku, trying to find Trying to find reason in my mind Trying to find a reason to keep trying In these circles a lot of mommas crying In this space a lot of niggas lying Burning in Hell, you know that they're frying Cooking shit up like it's all crack Take five minutes to come up with a comeback It's so busted, look at the stats Where we going, look at the map Going off topic, going off track Mad athletic cause we be running laps Running laps over the rappers who call themselves chad Recording with rats, but not informants All the money, you forgot what's important I can't afford to fuck with a poor bitch Saving money, I can't spend I can smell deceit in her scent She pays me like it's rent, ugly witch, she a wrench Mixing the potion like mixing with the beat Looking for oddities, looking for some freaks Can't control me, I took off the leash Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Know I got drugs on me, so they try to appease Try to appease by getting on their knees Smoking mother nature, smoking on trees Niggas dying, all over tees Bumping music, mp3.s Niggas talking shit, so I leave them in a ditch Fuck their bitch while they're dead [Chorus: Sample] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot [Verse] Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Know I got drugs on me, so they try to appease Try to appease by getting on their knees Smoking mother nature, smoking on trees Niggas dying, all over tees Bumping music, mp3.s Niggas talking shit, so I leave them in a ditch Fuck their bitch while they're dead Their soul cries while she sits in my bed Drinking tap water, it's filled with lead Everyone says it should've been me instead I never get any cred, but I don't sit on a fucking bench I still do my shit, I still do it against your wish I quit school and been making music ever fucking since On my own as always, everyone knows life goes both ways Why you acting like it's Broadway, I'll put you in the ashtray Too flames for Hell, but too rough for heaven Send more suckers to the gate with my .11 Skinny ass nerds rapping about drilling I know you niggas ain't doing fucking killing But when I say that it makes me a villain Money so short, looking like Krillin Flying like Goku, trying to find Trying to find reason in my mind Trying to find a reason to keep trying In these circles a lot of mommas crying In this space a lot of niggas lying Burning in Hell, you know that they're frying Cooking shit up like it's all crack Take five minutes to come up with a comeback It's so busted, look at the stats Where we going, look at the map Going off topic, going off track Mad athletic cause we running laps Running laps over the rappers who call themselves chad Recording with rats, but not informants All the money, you forgot what's important I can't afford to fuck with a poor bitch Saving money, I can't spend I can smell deceit in her scent She pays me like it's rent, ugly witch, she a wrench Mixing the potion like mixing with the beat Looking for oddities, looking for some freaks Can't control me, I took off the leash Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Rapping over Tommy Wright III, all these bitches be fucking for free Know I got drugs on me, so they try to appease Try to appease by getting on their knees Smoking mother nature, smoking on trees Niggas dying, all over tees Bumping music, mp3.s Niggas talking shit, so I leave them in a ditch Fuck their bitch while they're dead Their soul cries while she sits in my bed Drinking tap water, it's filled with lead Everyone says it should've been me instead [Chorus: Sample] I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot I got that chrome thang pointed at the fool's face We creep with them Glocks We take 'em to the stash spot