[Intro]
Watching Breaking, watching Breaking Bad
Watching Breaking, watching Breaking Bad
[Verse 1]
Became a street millionaire, my girl had to pay the price
Got mad cause I wrecked a car then I went back and bought it twice
The kit came with all the pipes, the fibers the carbon type
So I couldn't resist it she can't tell me, who's wrong right
A hell of a temper the type to walk in a bar and fight
I feel like my lawyers employed to give me the wrong advice
You must think that you're Walter White, well my rocks looking awful bright
And my pistols named Jessie Pinkman cause he'll be my dog for life
I would tell you more but that'd be a new conversation
Warning labels says no informants where harmed in the making
These fakers think that it's friendly they must have got me mistaken
I'm in the empire business, the streets are mine for the taking
The mixtape music mogul, you should know who to go to
But don't really matter I'm still gonna cake through the mobile
These kids ain't moving global, the fakes ain't doing total
Amounts of the product so we can still come through and show who
The Houston Tex Heisenberg, that poison what I'mma serve
A whole bunch of students and all movers disguised as nerds
Hop in my ride and swerve I pull up beside the curb
Cause I'm so good at cooking and when I'm cooking do not disturb
I'm headed home after work, so glad that it Friday
My woman just made it home and her cars in the driveway
She's always emotional she threatens to fly away
But I'm the man of the house so she gon' do what I say
Right here in my living room my La-Z-Boy on recline
She's always suspicious and plus she thinks that I'm always lying
Don't talk about loyalty she's more loyal than y'all combined
I'd call her a dime if she wasn't nagging me all the time like
Watching Breaking, watching Breaking Bad
Watching Breaking, watching Breaking Bad
[Verse 1]
Became a street millionaire, my girl had to pay the price
Got mad cause I wrecked a car then I went back and bought it twice
The kit came with all the pipes, the fibers the carbon type
So I couldn't resist it she can't tell me, who's wrong right
A hell of a temper the type to walk in a bar and fight
I feel like my lawyers employed to give me the wrong advice
You must think that you're Walter White, well my rocks looking awful bright
And my pistols named Jessie Pinkman cause he'll be my dog for life
I would tell you more but that'd be a new conversation
Warning labels says no informants where harmed in the making
These fakers think that it's friendly they must have got me mistaken
I'm in the empire business, the streets are mine for the taking
The mixtape music mogul, you should know who to go to
But don't really matter I'm still gonna cake through the mobile
These kids ain't moving global, the fakes ain't doing total
Amounts of the product so we can still come through and show who
The Houston Tex Heisenberg, that poison what I'mma serve
A whole bunch of students and all movers disguised as nerds
Hop in my ride and swerve I pull up beside the curb
Cause I'm so good at cooking and when I'm cooking do not disturb
I'm headed home after work, so glad that it Friday
My woman just made it home and her cars in the driveway
She's always emotional she threatens to fly away
But I'm the man of the house so she gon' do what I say
Right here in my living room my La-Z-Boy on recline
She's always suspicious and plus she thinks that I'm always lying
Don't talk about loyalty she's more loyal than y'all combined
I'd call her a dime if she wasn't nagging me all the time like
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