Lyrics:
I need all of my bread that’s today
I need 500 bands in my safe
They say Jay why you pulling in late
Buzz them in they gon wait at the gate
I been
truck, my body's stuck The drugs calm me down, I seen a lot of stuff
Don't post your gun, don't trust no one, is what my father taught me
I sold Za for two
Cause I'm the underdog, like I was Hardy in '09
I got hunger, motherfucker, you ain't finna take my bread away
You want smoke with me promise I'm gon'
they primes but they cannot compete
Cannot compete
They say who the greatest no way it ain't me
Chasin' the bread I don't gotta worry nobody gon' wanna
bop)
I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger (ayy)
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medula (yeah)
I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe
By
my body
Show the love more than they hate, cause I hate on nobody
Heard what it was , they wanna war, I keep the hitters by me
I had enough, we
a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I
all you care, this bread could be my body
The end this is my blood you drink
This is my body you eat
If you would remember me when
You eat and drink
I
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
level up, up
All about the bread, guap
Tunnel vision yeah, yeah
Gotta get it yeah, yeah
On my level up, up
I said what I said, yup
Body like a naija girl,
outta college
Right as soon I started
Every day was at Harlan
Everyday we free falling
We was eating McDonalds
Fill our bodies with toxins
White boy with
im finna die
Glock gon decide bout you
Gotta get mine by you
Always did right by you
Broke my heart let me delete
Tried to stand right by you
I woulda
over my back I didn't realize
Where I was goin
I didn't want to bother anybody
Accidentally stepped on a dead body
Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
grind, no rest at all
Pedal bike, big shank by my testicles
To the trap every minute, I ain't rest at all
College dropout
Plus I never done my best in
down
When I kill the referee can't call it foul
Tell me who gone blow the whistle
Soul divorce the body like dismissal
In the belly of the beast negu my
this tip shit’ll leave you hollow
Niggas lead with the lead
Hit ya body then soul will follow
I don’t like to preach
And New York Cole
There are role
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
hold up I'ma hit you back
Yes we got a plan, yes we gone handle that
I know time flies by but we ain't goin back
Had to put my guard up, count bread when
You don't really wanna talk
I might catch a body and go leave the coffin by him
You don't really wanna get chalked
But as of right now I do this for
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
’m Mr Got bread like Quizno’s
Better known as MJ with the big nose
I swear your artist couldn’t see
Me on his tip toes
Only on TV I gotta take a quick
that I’m slapping all genders,
I rise from the bottom a loaf of that bread or, diseases that spread from the foot to the header, im better accept it
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
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