Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Breakage

El Pollo
Safe plays on the block, razor blade for opps
This the same one that shaved the rock
I see your paper stop

Here's the plan, hop on that Peter Pan
On the route, I was CeeDee Lamb
Now watch the check down, I heard I'm the best bound
Don't catch a tech round, I'm a rookie and a vet now

I got street smarts, but I'm crossin' over
I done gone global, that money speak to me, that shit vocal
But this black hoodie antisocial
I don't know what a nigga told you

You think you lit, cause a bitch post you
But on the low, I know what her throat do
She get that low and start throwin' post moves
There's a difference between what they sayin' and what they show you

Your best advice is what you go through
Like when you broke, and you lookin' for that bro
That's gon' help you when they up, and they buckle
Do you think they really love you nigga

Oh no, I got it
I used to be love before profit
Fuck that, it ain't about paper
Then what's the topic nigga

Where's the kitchen, get it poppin
Cook that white powder till it's solid
Oh no, I got it
I used to be love before profit

Fuck that, it ain't about paper
Then what's the topic nigga
Where's the kitchen, get it poppin
Cook that white powder till it's solid

Thats word to my pops, I do it for the block
Edgemere projects baby
Home of wild meat or click clack
You drippin' or you crippin

You get shot, ain't no trauma unit
It's either kill or be killed, somebody gotta do it
Nigga, y'all be singin' the same songs
And playin' the game wrong

I might get some boots, a coke, and a Glock
These are that, some gloves, some coke, and a pot
Pick a choose, mind and body, what's your physical
I'm talkin' to the rock like Canaan

But this bad bash got fiends chokin
That work had fentanyl
It's way more bread when you pitch it raw
Look at the free gems I'm givin' y'all

I'd rather serve you a hundred grams
You better hope the gun and jam
That text, duh-duh-duh-duh, man
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, I got mine off the butter

Them cold nights made me suffer, nigga
Oh no, I got it
There used to be love before profit
Fuck that, it ain't about paper

Then what's the topic, nigga
Where's the kitchen, get it poppin
Cook that white powder till it's solid
Oh no, I got it

There used to be love before profit
Fuck that, it ain't about paper
Then what's the topic, nigga
Where's the kitchen, get it poppin

Cook that white powder till it's solid

Written by:
John Dozier

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