Fes Taylor - Broken Wings lyrics

[sample] Knowing he can't fly.. Would you take the bar from a little bity baby And you know he gonna cry... [Fes Taylor] 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 b**hes run around boosted, my crew flip Like Chinese n***as in kung-fu flicks Me and L.I.S. Siamese twins, what's closer than that I pin n***as to the wall, like a poster wit tacks No h*mo, n***as talk sh**, hoping I won't clap So I point it at they face, they like 'dont 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 n***as like Portersfield bodies, I'm from Staten Island Home of the real Gotti, k**ah Hill lobbies I'm by the elevator, f** it, will I tell a hater? I hate me to, sh** I'm getting hella paper 2 Fly, too high, lower cla** n***as Pull up in the new five, blowing past n***as Standing on the corner where cops hara** n***as Plus we got beats, so choppers'll blast n***as We choppers newsflash n***as, these new a** n***as Is a** n***as, better ask n***as, ask n***as See the last n***as try to ban the word n***a Go ahead sue me, f** it, I got cash, n***a "God know why" 4x [Fes Taylor] 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 cuz I stay wit the latest sh** Hip hop minds, treat it like my favorite b**h Greatest to spit, basement, cable to switch We getting MTV money, we rich Homey you still chasing G Money sh** My pace'll get me a million, know you n***as is sick Stomach turning, I bubble earning, I f** wit Vernon My n***a Sean caught a case out in N.C Now I'm the don, replace cars wit 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, f** wit dirty hoes, prolly give me crabs I get plenty a**, rather them give me cash My n***a 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, cuz 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