[Intro]
Young Gage, this slap!
He-he-hear a Young Gage slapper
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons
[Verse 1]
I been digging dirt all night, nigga
Don't cry for me, cause it come with the life, nigga
Keep a pole, but never keep a wife, nigga
I be in a suit like a white nigga
I'ma tell my kids about the Latundra Heights, nigga, Thе Iceman
And how you couldn't sell white, nigga
But you could do it on thе low, long as you greazy lil palms
Them niggas know
Ain't shit moving if niggas ain't selling snow
All my niggas train like dogs, they on go
If you ain't got no money, you ain't ready for war
Shoot that shit up every day, and they won't post at the store
Started up as a lookout, move up to totem pole
Now you the shit like a commode
Real niggas never blink, never fold
Carry on with the gangsta shit so I can get home
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons
[Verse 2]
Beating up the road, it's raining and I can't see
I got hella guns and dope on me
Niggas say they want 9s, I sell all of mines
Keep the 45 to keep niggas in line
Same trip, but we change routes all the time
Never talk on phones cause niggas dropping dimes
He go to court and it's "don't be late, you got the time"
Cause I gotta cook pancakes for little Jovan
And Crossybo gon need his daddy up
So I'ma blast a nigga like a stereo
We can do the drop at Emporium Imperial
Swear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this shit a miracle
Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho
Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho
Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho
Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons
[Instrumental]
Young Gage, this slap!
He-he-hear a Young Gage slapper
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons
[Verse 1]
I been digging dirt all night, nigga
Don't cry for me, cause it come with the life, nigga
Keep a pole, but never keep a wife, nigga
I be in a suit like a white nigga
I'ma tell my kids about the Latundra Heights, nigga, Thе Iceman
And how you couldn't sell white, nigga
But you could do it on thе low, long as you greazy lil palms
Them niggas know
Ain't shit moving if niggas ain't selling snow
All my niggas train like dogs, they on go
If you ain't got no money, you ain't ready for war
Shoot that shit up every day, and they won't post at the store
Started up as a lookout, move up to totem pole
Now you the shit like a commode
Real niggas never blink, never fold
Carry on with the gangsta shit so I can get home
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons
[Verse 2]
Beating up the road, it's raining and I can't see
I got hella guns and dope on me
Niggas say they want 9s, I sell all of mines
Keep the 45 to keep niggas in line
Same trip, but we change routes all the time
Never talk on phones cause niggas dropping dimes
He go to court and it's "don't be late, you got the time"
Cause I gotta cook pancakes for little Jovan
And Crossybo gon need his daddy up
So I'ma blast a nigga like a stereo
We can do the drop at Emporium Imperial
Swear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this shit a miracle
Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho
Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho
Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho
Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho
[Hook]
Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son
Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun
But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son
To make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons
[Instrumental]
![Kat Cunning - Make U Say [Official Single]](https://img.youlistener.com/upl2/public/664/450/15c/1nDtGEhgkqA.jpg)
Comments