FES TAYLOR - Broken Wings lyrics

rate me

Knowing he can't fly...

Would you take the bar from a little bity baby

And you know he gonna cry...

You take the food out my son mouth, you stupid

Before I see him cry, I pull my gun out and shoot it

I got bitches run around boosted, my crew flip

Like Chinese niggas in kung-fu flicks

Me and L.I.S. Siamese twins, what's closer than that

I pin niggas to the wall, like a poster with tacks

No homo, niggas talk shit, hoping I won't clap

So I point it at they face, they like 'don't do that'

Rappers on major labels, and they don't go gold

I'm an independent artist, did more than what you sold

Clowns run around, put dirt on my name

Til I spaz out, dirt on they frame, I bury niggas like

Portersfield bodies, I'm from Staten Island

Home of the real Gotti, Killah Hill lobbies

I'm by the elevator, fuck it, will I tell a hater?

I hate me to, shit I'm getting hella paper

2 Fly, too high, lower class niggas

Pull up in the new five, blowing past niggas

Standing on the corner where cops harass niggas

Plus we got beats, so choppers'll blast niggas

We choppers newsflash niggas, these new ass niggas

Is ass niggas, better ask niggas, ask niggas

See the last niggas try to ban the word nigga

Go ahead sue me, fuck it, I got cash, nigga

"God know why"

Gun on my hip, who running the strip

I have hoes loving the dick, some of them strip

Quicker than, I can turn ten grams into a brick

I was raised in the zoo of animal ever since

Haters pissed cause I stay with the latest shit

Hip hop minds, treat it like my favorite bitch

Greatest to spit, basement, cable to switch

We getting MTV money, we rich

Homey you still chasing G Money shit

My pace'll get me a million, know you niggas is sick

Stomach turning, I bubble earning, I fuck with Vernon

My nigga Sean caught a case out in N.C.

Now I'm the don, replace cars with a Bentley

What up papi, L.I.S. can't make it, so he sent me

I stuff empty bags, I play empty labs

But I don't, fuck with dirty hoes, prolly give me crabs

I get plenty ass, rather them give me cash

My nigga Jimmy past, so I let the semi blast

My energy bast, Goku's highest rated

Soul on stage perform like the Iron Maiden

Shock the globe, kinda like you trying Raiden

But still got a kind heart like my uncle Ramon

You can't tame him, cause I'm a wild wolf

How could you blame him, even cages couldn't change him

Famous or not, I still cook it up, like

Amos on the block, we entertainers that'll pop

Your time ticking like Satan on the clock

So when I tell him go to hell, I'm just waiting for a shot