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I remember having no bitches, life moves quickly
I remember no one riding with me
I remember my ops having plenty
Knife by my hip
Never could make

know H what you doing
I pull up on the scene
Bitches loving on me
Funny how they hated
Now they envying me
I put money on the table
I put bread in

nigga
Fuck around with snakes
I'll shoot 'em 
RIght in the head, nigga

We ain't
Metaphorically making bread, nigga
Its ASI
Pay attention to the thread,

caresses
if she is good dressed
the bluff's continuing
by attending the grocery
"drink it, you'll be better
then eat the bread buttered"
she gave the kid

some bread like a sharpshooter
Assassinate the mic, like Murray done the pop ruler (RIP MJ)
Crackers critique then steal the art, kinda looters (posers)

wanna makeup, Imma true MAC
These birds gonna flock to the bread Jack
Don't be surprise if she ask where the weed at?!

All my Dawgs getting in Heaven
I

get belligerent
Vyvanse or the Addy, fuck it, can't even tell the difference
Can't even read the words on my drip, I feel illiterate
Get some bread

my bread
Try to catch my breath when I open up this check
But growing older, I
Notice I waste my time on doing right
By people who don't give a fuck

keepin' em guessing
I lost all my love, I can't show no affection
My gang be havin' ain't really a question
I stay with a shooter get popped by his Wesson

niggas know how to get it
Lets get specific I spit for n*ggas by the Pacific
About my physics and paper Iu0027m from Pomona n*gga
You play with me

(Ayy, roll another Wood, Tav)
Ayy, I'm in this bitch with your ho, let's go (ayy)

I'm havin' bread like Popeye's 'bout my spinach
Ayy, smell like

the task white man call it urban
Kill the hate I'm certain, rappers acting funny
It is different on they verses
Never breaking bread if you ain't reaching

the scholarship he need
With him down all the eyes on me to carry the team
Got some juco's some D2's who want me
I mean a D1 interested but I needed more bread

Light the Fire by Dahi Divine & Carlos Castelblanch
Who are you to doubt
I’m out here working on a classic nigga
Roll up in the stu another smash hit

head
Never really pressured me about getting bread
I love you nephew about the only thing he ever said
Until he talked about, Jesus resurrecting from

bread like a hundred bands
Shooting at niggas do the running man
Finna ball out like a stunna
Yeah ugh
Areze and $well keep it hundred yeah
Woah umm
Look

and forth
With kelas
That was back when Daniel Engelbrecht 
Taught us how to play tennis 
Let alone 
I was raised in CO7 by the terrace
But I felt for kelas

I'm
No Diddy, now did he, rock cities, walking with the power of the universe

Like 50, break a generational curse by the time of 5:50
Then I'm back

five years then they said I got fat
But I'm home now, the only thing fat's the bread that I stack (facts)
I'm what these fuck boys are tryin' to be,

Friday nights, poker with the guys
Fresh bread straight from the baker, a delight
Working in the car wash, under neon skies
Money for the weekend,

Cause if what it meant to me, it meant to you
You let the storm pass by and the sun shine through
I'm trying to be faithful
But baby, it's hard
I'm not

blazing up an ounce again.
I need 28 grams by the week
Till I get off that budder and the leaf goes obsolete
I need anchors on my feet
Just to keep me

sierra
DTB the god of the tonesit's a set up
Once I got my bread up
They checkin on my chedda
Pandemic dave I was v for vendetta
Now I'm outside
Trippin in

Don't bow my head Because i am grace
Stack my bread Make my plate
I rely on the facts I don't walk by faith
And its all on me so i got to make a way