Bruce Lee

[HOOK]
I feel like Bruce Lee
With the one inch punch
Moving like a blur
On the field! Cut!
Nip tuck!
Snip snitch up!
They be trynna run my life
But ain’t bring no funds
What’s up?

[VERSE 1]
Let me get my head back I don’t really care about money, dog
Ask why I’m laughing at your songs, because it’s funny dog
I been trynna talk to the man, woah
And my Nanima just wanna court stacks imma fill up her hand till the gualla hit land, woah
She grew up three outfits in a single room
Imma build the wealth like generational
She ain’t put me back over here to toy with none
But I might play your lady like a saxophone

[HOOK]
I feel like Bruce Lee
With the one inch punch
Moving like a blur, (Blur!)
On the field! Cut!
Nip tuck!
Snip snitch up!
They be trynna run my life
But ain’t bring no funds
What’s up?

[VERSE 2]
They gone bust it open for a check
I got verses so they pay respect
Dog!
I been out here cutting up the check
They ain’t rocking with me in the flesh
I been here curving flees
Feel like a dog
R.I.P. Annie my puppy
That’s my love
She the only one that ever took care
She don’t want any cuts
And she never want checks
I’m trynna be like her
But I feel like I’m

[HOOK]
Bruce Lee
With the one inch punch
Moving like a blur, (Blur!)
On the field! Cut!
Nip tuck!
Snip snitch up!
They be trynna run my life
But ain’t being no funds
What’s up?