Bodega BAMZ - Ryu x Ken lyrics

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks] Chapters of the same road, just a different page We moving off the same high, smoking different haze Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave It's all about this money, dog, we in a new fade I'ma die where I stand, I'm a different type of guy Birds in the air, I'm a different type of fly Where I'm from, n***as like to judge based off your supply And they scared to show you love till they feel you 'bout to die [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks] Bye to the corner, you know I love tours Bye to that b**h 'cause you know I hate who*es New women, new states, money coming different ways Yankee pendant on the chain, you wasn't there, you can't relate I remember, won't forget, it was year 0-12 Shows OT, still got it wholesale Man, we had the city jumping like Supreme Clientele New New York n***as, B, we like the Holy Grail Chitty chat, f** the chitty chat, f** that I ain't trying to bring the city back... Why Bamz? We the ones with the ma**ive plan Why these fronting n***as pose in pictures for the 'Gram? They p**y? Don't forget we was there from the gate, though I sold coke right before I went to Santos And sold out, so let's talk about alumni Acid on my tongue, I was dead high [Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks] Chapters of the same road, just a different page We moving off the same high, smoking different haze Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave It's all about this money, dog, we in a new fade I'ma die where I stand, I'm a different type of guy Birds in the air, I'm a different type of fly Where I'm from, n***as like to judge based off your supply And they scared to show you love till they feel you 'bout to die [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks] When the Fair and the Tan link up, they can't deny it Pockets looking slim like they on a liquid diet And I know it ain't right for me to swear to God But I swear to God, I'm the best with it, dog Man, you know we got the recipe, dog sh** was written in stone, we on our own, we defying the odds And I know it ain't right for me to talk sh** about them But I swear, sh** hurting me, dog Tan flag, with the gold around my neck Everybody show respect when I come thru, chiefing on the set I done came thru for [?], I done came thru to humble I done came thru to come thru I came in like a dad, I'ma son you When I draw no R, f** a Sun Tzu Me and mines got love for you You my blood, I take a slug for you, talk to 'em, n***a [Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks] Chapters of the same road, just a different page We moving off the same high, smoking different haze Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave It's all about this money, dog, we in a new fade I'ma die where I stand, I'm a different type of guy Birds in the air, I'm a different type of fly Where I'm from, n***as like to judge based off your supply And they scared to show you love till they feel you 'bout to die