Bruce Wayne Video (MV)

Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down
All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down
Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now
Back that ass up drop it to the floor now

You been living in September's and October's
I been living in December a lot colder
You been living in rememberin"I told yas"
My addiction to the weed and it's not yola

And my mama prolly mad but It's not coca
I ain't gonna tell my dad that I'm not sober
I don't wanna trade no stock imma stock holder
And I don't wanna take no shot I'm Lamar odom

I don't wanna chuck a shot no C4
Homies posted on the block no free throw
Always chasing hella cars no repo
You prolly wish a homie would - Home Depot

Lemme get my 20 kills no attachments
Gold gun gold mouth no catfish
My place right now no ratchets
No practice ground no mattress
Smoke that cactus

If this was battle rap
I'll put you six feet under grass
This red dot trained to buck and dash
Scarred for life no underpass
I forgot to mention I got
Tomahawks and blundergats
My homies think I need an intervention and a bubble bath

I know I'm ripping metal like my dab pen died
I ain't ever gotta settle like my last ten tries
Cooking crack up in a kettle
Pushin weight I'm pushing petals
I can tell by your reaction to the flight - red eyes

I'm the best kept secret but the rumors are spreading
I know the sooner the better but I don't owe you (OU) no cheddar
Missin calls from friends and fam I don't know who I'm forgetting
My phone ain't got no time to ring I picture you at the wedding

I like my pockets be breaded
I wish my psyche was better
I wish my homies and my baby never deal with depression

I got enough to go around
You pushing weight I'm pushing pounds
I put on 20 maybe 30 on my waist not bank account

Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
And my demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down
All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down
Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now
Back that ass up drop it to the floor now

Known to go thru hell and still come up out the rubble
This lil mami tinker bell
I'm like the suns in the bubble
I hope my sons outta trouble and if they ain't then we struggle
And if motherf*ckers thuggin then the sums getting doubled

I diss a bitch while I'm wearing a shirt that the chick gave me
Flick of the wrist I'm driving we swerve crazy
Dab in my palms I'm puffin the shit stanky
Eighth in her arms I'm tellin the bitch pay me

Play my song say she think I'm the greatest to ever do it
Granted wish now I know that this chick is just hella stupid
I'm a genie nice to meet me she diggin my brand of music
She get freaky go rafiki my presence is an illusion
I rap like I got contusions - I'm coughing up bloody mucus
Make a wish to be a rapper then toss a coin in the lewis
Go home - make a song first - check it inside the Buick
Always losin track of the clockwork - Stanley Kubrick

I don't mean to drop friends like loose change
But my whole fam gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Cause my Demons and my vices on the food chain

Fort Knox - I don't wanna hold the fort down
All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down
Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now
Back that ass up drop it to the floor now