Breakfast Nook

[Intro: Eto]
Change in behavior
Change in strategy
Make the wrong choice you get the right answer
Willie, what's the word brozay?
It’s only one way up Lord
It will not bring me down
New Crack Era
Huh!?
Hells Roof
Woooo, (haha, yea)

[Verse 1: Eto]
Don't play with my bread and wine with all praise due
Don't be stupid
You ain’t burned a cop car down yet?
You only looted?
Can't be the only man standing up
Before he knew it they sat him down
Kept the key and threw the can at us
Cracked the Dutch
I light up at the bar
And slam the cup
Shorty with the mannеquin-butt
Light up the bar
Spoken word, "coke and hеrb"
That's all I had to tell her
If she's like me, give me a night then I might can sell her
Bring her back to Hudson
Life hits as soon as she punch in
Can't enjoy the functions
I found the right bitch
It's nights like this I might miss
I'm reminded by 'em daily
They idolizing Swayze
(woah)

[Interlude: Willie The Kid]
That’s when I like came in the bar, you know
It’s kind of funny running in, you know
You see situations you don't, you know
Uh

[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
"Then Roc-A-Fella break up"
My hat cocked like the old Bleek
My gat cocked
By my side like obliques
No slow leaks (yo-yo-Yo)
(Uh!)
I’m eating whole wheat, this 'hole week
The first time I drove the range like, this 'hole week (overrated)
Speaking of hoe, I'm in her throat deep (uh!)
Granted
We ain’t spoke really, this whole week
Tweaking, Keep twerking, while I tap this bourbon
Next morning, My Son's soccer game
I'm so suburban (yo-yo-Yo)
Double lives when you realize, that you first
The sun, never rotates around the universe (you got it backwards baby)
How many times I eclipse, without throwing shade
And spotlighted good women and paid for they braids (the lil' micro joints)
Pain is love and a missed call in the wee hours
Know a Queen when you see one, perceived power
I think, fucking in the shower is overrated (uh!)
Check the expiration date baby we over dated (that's fucked up right?)
I hate it, but all good things must come to an end
The Benz whiter than Karen, captured on the lens (uh)
(it's crazy right?)
The system thinks it's not right (yea)
A rich thug, could fuck a cops wife
Pop life
Right