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him in his head, chop his body into three
Naa man can let him live, for a small amount p
I see how you gettin' bread, I need somethin' for me
Line it

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned

Rest In Peace
Till the day I die
That nigga from the East
Put that on my back
I be out here cooling
With my niggas with a strap
Cops driving by
My niggas

need a gar
Roll up my meds
Play my guitar
Some nights I slept in my bed
Some nights I slept in my car
Sometimes I need some mo bread
Sometimes I just

Sometimes I'm out my body, bitch I start to tweak
Niggas mad cause I be stackin' bread, that's seven days a week
Why the fuck these niggas on my dick like

on the shirt
Move me a pound by myself
I don't need you
Give a fuck bout a nigga or her
I just stay in my lane, gotta focus
For the money, you know I'ma search

Jump Off

Lotus

Escaping Sargasso Sea

2007

by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body

I'm emotionally dead
All I wanted was the bread
Too much pain inside my head
Someone push me off the edge
I'm emotionally dead
All I wanted was

got a lotta bodies here, feel her nails I could get it hot in here
Beam red puddles in the middle of his head now he look like Ghandi here
Why the hell

I’m out here getting to the bread
And my shawty waiting for me at the house on the bed
Soon as i get home I’m on some shit
Kiss you on your lips fall

Paranoia, I just can't seem to get you out my head
Paranoia, tell me why they just using me for my bread
Paranoia, tell me if I'm better off in jail

tryptophan to trips to Spain
Don't sleep on me, I'm aimin' at your brain
My bread comes from headaches, wouldn't have it any other way
Migraine

I'm at the top

Session One

Eminem

Recovery Bonus Tracks

2010

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

Pure Luxury

Tyga

The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty

2015

that bread been straight, we shaking dank
Baby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay
Grew up with seen poor, 'til I seen poor
Went east

Chai
D Meek did it
I can't can't come and kill myself
I can't can't come and kill myself
Sa
I can't can't come and kill myself
Body no be firewood

to hit me he miss he a phony
I call my nina she bust she was lonely
Shots hit his body
They landed
He folded
Ride off with his bitch
She keep saying she

'm not with none of the things that they on
Been stacking my bread put it aside trying to own
Remember living check to check with a bunch of loans
I had

she wearing clothes
On the next to new beginning, butter chicken on the stove
With a little side of Naan bread
Don't gotta say I want head
Lets just

bread

Gotta have fun, so one day when I'm dead
I have no regrets, never feared what I've said
Cancel culture got no grip on a guy who don't trend
So I

at the outlets
She be counting bread by the thousands
She got a lot of bodies who's counting
Baby I can love you better than your last one
Take the picture and go

holy mackerel I be stacking bread, no bologna
Holy mackerel holy mackerel can't tell the time in the Rollie 
Holy mackerel holy mackerel I was in

where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" (Yes) The president, yeah, me, no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double-dare me, hear me?

Stackin

Wiz Khalifa

O.N.I.F.C. [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

flowing through my body, money growing out my hair

I wouldn't say I do too much but hey
I do just enough to get by
And I done been a lot of places in

Locked in
Locked in
Machine groove

Hegemonic indoctrination
Work for bread, not the one who makes it
All the crumbs trickle up to the top
Work for bread