"Bruce Wayne" lyrics

God bless the nigga that can hold his own
Keeping on the move, like a mobile home
Blade on me, sharp enough to mow a lawn
Bitch, you know what's going on
Money on my mind, that's the protocol
Coming up broke and from a broken home
Mama barely holding on
Uncle on that dope so he keep dozing off
The hand that I was dealt is full of broken hearts
Made it out the gutter by the grace of God
A hand full of flowers in a mason jar
And not having a father, probably played a part
Papa wasn't man enough
Papa just a bitch that pissed standing up
I ain't got no love if you abandoned us
I used to have the ante up
I walk it like I talk it till I ran it up
My old friends salty like a Planter's nut
Blame me to change where I was at
I had to change me
Never did I ever choose to change teams
We don't want the same things
This shit get stressful
When you dealing with niggas that never want to be successful
I'll pass
Till you see the whole picture, you don't know the half
I'll never trust another nigga math
I just made another bag
Still grinding like I'm down to my last
Ain't never missed nothing I ain't had
Bruce Wayne on their ass
All my cars two twenty on the dash
If you see me in traffic, I'm The Flash
Oh my, I never spent a millisecond
Running from my past
And I'm stepping on whatever's in my path
Hope you keeping up
I ain't in the lead enough to start easing up
Pif died and somehow my heart start freezing up
Anyway, every time I win, it make 'em feel a way
I just took the top off the 'vert so it can ventilate
You niggas ain't cut this way
You can't emulate
We used to move that Hannah Montana like Billy Ray
God bless the nigga that can hold it down and hold his own
Where I'm going next, I gotta go alone

God bless the nigga that can hold his own
Keeping on the move, like a mobile home
Blade on me, sharp enough to mow a lawn
Bitch, you know what's going on
Money on my mind, that's the protocol
Coming up broke and from a broken home
Long live Pif