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It's banini bread
I can't feel my head
I can't feel my head
And you're dead
Why you took my money
I can't feel my body
Sipping on the honey
I just want

like you
Stay on that grind, tryna get us that blue
Naga's fake, so I keep me that tool
I don't know, if she want me it's the bread I assume,
I wanna

college, I just need Youtube
Putting myself through my own type of school, making a business by using the tools
That I was born with my mind and the truth

International

2Pac

Pac's Life

2006

Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy 
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis 
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In

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'

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

Man Down

Chris Brown

YBN: The Mixtape

2018

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

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

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,

Krazy

2Pac

Smokers Only

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

Da Cypha

Wyclef Jean

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

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

Out

Insane Clown Posse

The Terror Wheel

1994

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

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

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

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

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

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

Session One

Eminem

I'm Still #1

2011

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

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