Lyrics:
This is family business
And this is for the family that can't be with us
And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us
That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone, it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be right
Yeah, you heard the track I did, man, "This Can't Be Life"
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason to cover my face
I even made you a plate, soul food, know how granny do it
Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it, why the guard have to look all to it?
Spare me the drone of your conversation
Spare me my lack of sophistication
I'll never set my house in order
Peruvian flake on a plant in the corner
And I don't wanna sit around and just get high
Pat you on the back saying, "Great job, guy"
I'm all dressed up and getting no replies
Then you walk in the room and my tongue gets tied
And oh my God
It's such a heavenly sight
Seeing all these stars and planets intertwine
I just hope that I, I don't ruin this
Getting too fucked up to remember it
You flip me upside down
You take me out of my head
You flip me upside down
I'm kind of getting into it
You pull me out of my lows
Let's see where this shit goes
You flip me upside down
You flip me upside down
I can't recall all the things you said
Can we put it back together like monkey bread?
I'm feeling pretty good about the two of us
Though I've got a couple secrets I need to flush
And I don't want to sit around and just get high
Dwelling on the past just kills the vibe
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to go
One last slide down the rabbit hole
And oh my God
It's such a heavenly sight
Seeing all these stars and planets intertwine
I just hope that I, I don't ruin this
Getting too fucked up to remember it
You flip me upside down
You take me out of my head
You flip me upside down
I'm kind of getting into it
You pull me out of my lows
Let's see where this shit goes
You flip me upside down
You flip me upside down
You flip me upside down
You take me out of my head
You flip me upside down
I'm kind of getting into it
You pull me out of my lows
Let's see where this shit goes
You flip me upside down
You flip me upside down
If gluten make your belly ache you got an excuse
But if you just out there hatin' you got no appreciation
Over anything I say or anything that I do
See I been eatin' island bread since 1989
It's partially the reason that ya boy is still alive
If you listen to my music and you buyin' my merch
But you don't do Hawaiian rolls
Yo that's fairly berserk
Lean back (Lean back)
Throw sum rolls
Lean back (Lean back)
Throw sum rolls
Lean back (Lean back)
Throw sum rolls
PBJ go heavy on the jelly like
House that
Make 'em into monkey bread
Pound that
Turkey with sum swiss cheese
How's that
Tomato and arugula
Out back
With sum pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Pickled pepperoni
Waking up
Seeing the dead
I'm living good
I just left the hood
Those Falsehood
Killed my childhood
My livelihood
Is Saint hood
My grandson
Was born good
Let's not forget
Rosewood
These hoes
Wish they could
And you think
You could
Talking deadheads
Hoping I'm cursed
Eve, while I commune
With the Godhead
Your a horse head
With low bread
I can handle
These skin heads
Hating this monkey bread
But love the bloodshed
Can't break this bond
Like newlyweds
You kill mines
I kill yours
We'll get you back!
I can see by your eyes you're a good man,
And the sparkle of the ring on your hand.
You have a muzzled dancing monkey,
A little cup in a hairy hand.
(I'll) bring cheese with me.
Won't you bring bread and have some wine?
Like Ric Flair, I be styling their profile
Who you think you Iz
Yo Hoe peeped
Now she drooling and I'm just coolin
Who you think you Iz
Dripping all that swag
While chasing the bag
Who you think you Iz
Rhyme too smoove
I'm always in my groove
Who you think you Iz
Pull strings like a banjo
That's how I orchestrate
Niggas look me up and down
Tryna figure out how I coordinate
Staying focused on the fetti
Nothing more important than pape
I thought I told you niggas
(I thought I told you niggas)
It was more in store just wait
A play for keeps
Strapped up like my Jordan 8's
All this quality street music
I need a drama tape
And a tour wit dates
A nigga like me ready to eat for real
Just need a fork and plate
2040 killing the competition
Get the caution tape
You ain't never used a scale
Ain't never bought the weight
I was taught a whole lot of things
But never taught the hate
Smoking monkey bread
Toting banana while I'm floss in Bape
You ain't speaking on leveling up
Don't even talk to A
Got some shit to knock you out your shell tops
If you walk this way
I was influenced by them old school playas
That's why I talk this way
Shooting for the moon
I just hope I don't get lost in space
Operations go a lot smoother with a boss in place
Like Ric Flair, I be styling their profile
Who you think you Iz
Yo Hoe peeped
Now she drooling and I'm just coolin
Who you think you Iz
Dripping all that swag
While chasing the bag
Who you think you Iz
Rhyme too smoove
I'm always in my groove
Who you think you Iz
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
All you rappers is kooky call that
Rapping hard as a motherfucker
But soft as butter
Never see you with a chopper
The coppers don't even look in your direction
Even they know you flexin'
Boy never held a Smith and Wesson
Or any weapon, never say what I'm 'bout to do
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Talking 'bout you got the lean
But your Sprite too clean
You talking 'bout you got some weed
But that shit ain't green
I don't need to fuck your bitch
Cause my chick too fine
I took a look at your whip
It don't shine like mine
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
I'm breaking it up while she up on the block
As soon as we done I be hitting that cut
I'm all outta that bud
Now what?
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
All you rappers is kooky call that
Rapping hard as a motherfucker
But soft as butter
Never see you with a chopper
The coppers don't even look in your direction
Even they know you flexin'
Boy never held a Smith and Wesson
Or any weapon, never say what I'm 'bout to do
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Talking 'bout you got the lean
But your Sprite too clean
You talking 'bout you got some weed
But that shit ain't green
I don't need to fuck your bitch
Cause my chick too fine
I took a look at your whip
It don't shine like mine
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
I'm breaking it up while she up on the block
As soon as we done I be hitting that cut
I'm all outta that bud
Now what?
(Haaan)
I got dreams, cash and the cream
Ground like a fiend for shit you've never seen
Watch me take it over, bitch they coming over
Money, we count it over, my niggas, they never sober
I pull up in a Bent, dark tint, black gun sippin' clear
Bent, Clark Kent, black shoes, my attitude's
Fuck for the dollar, nothing, hit the bottle
Fifth clap skater lap, all black Raider hat
Served the customers to custom made the Porsche
Nasir Jones, homie, the world is yours
I'm Tony Montana with a bitch from Atlanta
At the Caesar Cabana, then I'm ghost like a phantom, haan
Dirty money hit me like a needle
Got me standing on the street like the Beatles
I'm a motherfucking coke boy
Baby, come and run the world with a dope boy
So people, looking through the needle
This isn't where we started
They see you're running to the fields
Deep inside a capsule, freedom, you know nothing at all
We run
We run
We run
We can run the world
King amazing in weather, rocking big leathers
Catch him on the block stocking since the red jetters
Monkey flipping, bread gamble with the chop headers
Won't take no shorts, we don't jock niggas
Fast and furious, though curious
That I'll put up if you're from your home Julius
Just bounce, drop the Uzi and fly, meet you at the Ritz
Sweet 19 and switch up the whips, yo
Young De Niro, the black hand, mafia gang land
Where niggas bang out and do the same jam
I be in Brazil stroking 'em down
And for the hell I blam you, then fly like Pan Am do
Whoever said I went down?
I done chopped more trees than the evergreen
Think that it's time I got clean to be a better me
But don't worry, you can still shop for amphetamines
Over seas pharmacy these xans go for ten a piece
You only looking for a gram, then just let me be
I just left the post office, had to send a P
I'm doing all the legwork like a centipede
Home Chefs two, I can't let them get the recipe
You got MSG in your ketamine
Don't be stressing me, or you dead to me
Fucked up brain chemistry, I need some leveling
Setting up this play for today, I'm never settling
Bell on the glock with a beam, Imma let it ring
Finger on the trigger, keep it there like a wedding ring
Draft pick, first to the green, you just second string
I never hesitate to get you anything and everything
You gon need a head start, tryna get ahead of me
I can make it bounce back, just like a trampoline
Middle school crazy, everything gone 10-a-g
I ain't taking no screenshots, what you said to me
Chopsticks, turn the enemy into smithereens
Gotta see it with my eyes before I believe anything
Fuck turning water into wine, I need gasoline
I was right there when they needed me, I had to be
Smoking dope everywhere I go, breaking gravity
Higher than you can afford to be, but don't be mad at me
My old bitch snorted all her pills off the vanity
Bout to make anything I dream a reality
Pills get pressed, be careful, don't fall asleep
I've been in my bag every day, can't miss a beat
Doin too much, got these bitches all over me
Home chefs overseas, we gon' do it globally
64-bit, bend the block and they know it's me
I can pull a fish up out the water you ain't never seen
I can hit a specialty move so they remember me
Embedded in your memory, ain't running out of energy
Smoking monkey bread, you cannot get at the dispensary
Yall be rolling up them lil' blunts, elementary
Let me pay the legacy, I am here for the century
I do it how I wanna, cause I know this shit was meant to be
We young so we cruising the street
Chasing a hellava vibe
Living the ultimate life
Pursuing the whole horizon
Counting them dark days
Feel til them feelings disray
Digest what you can take
We only here just to be great
Black Boy black Girls
Black Kings Black Queens
The movement Is Vibrant
We radiate everthing
A radical with our dreams
Exceeding thru every scheme
The world trynna plant on us
Not knowing that we the seed
Like how that go
See we the ones that have to grab our boots and hit the road
They never told us down the road that they would hate our souls
And every time them circus closed
We putting on a show
Monkeying around with monkey bread and jango on
One day i’ll be
Standing at the edge of my time
Holding the weight of the world on my mind
You see...
Said I fuck the same bitch cause im toxic
Brown skin real thick bitch whitney bobby
Hoes throwing panties at a nigga out like stockings
Amiri shirt five hundred dollar shorts dior my bottoms
Pistol clutching Drakie toting pistol poppin
Forgot I had the rollie dom ask me when im coppin
He said that I be shittin on these niggas I need to stop it
Stop fucking with that dog I moved on to oxy cottie
Brody punching in store pickup he like rocky
Hit the set I blow with Jayson tatum cause I got it
Exotic faygo pint I make one call then they pop you
Scope on that ar nigga spot em then we got em
Bitch a whole glass pint of red imma drop it in
Then imma check the bins then imma sip again
Spin the cat in the alley way hit his friends
Man I grab the AR the I grab the F&N
Putting dead bodies in the V now he got no friends
Two chops for a reason we spin the block then we spin again
Drakie made em move I string the chop he did his drty dance
Mook got caught in the field wit twenty bands yeah he got dirty hands
I aint looking for no trish I need a wok cup
Cracked a nigga skull he fell down I fucked my wrist up
Got disrespectful on the net and got his bitch fucked
Need a hundred blues to convince the plug to let me flip these
Bitch got one leg but she sucking dick on both knees
556 Green tips nigga thats 223
Thought I had LB 23 im ripping through screens
Pump fake with the glock I guarantee you aint gone bust those
If I gave you a gusher guarantee you wouldnt bust close
Scatty or that track you never know because we switched those
Real nigga it aint hard to be real
Keep a couple real niggas around cause I dont fuck wit groupies
Put the ball in the cup thats a game winner
Grind season I been stacking my chips nigga all winter
Setting plays and setting up the plot like im Antwone Fisher
Ran in the crib wit a glock 19 hit em while he eating dinner
Ran em down for a hundred blues
We slid like we sled
White man still the slave master I got monkey bread
Swiss cheese his crib wit a chop we shred like we ched
12 Gauge shot to his top I then cracked his head
It's when someone's on their own
And you flash a friendly smile
To let them know they're not alone
Being kind feels great to do
Like when a monkey bakes banana bread
And shares it with you
That's so gracious
Take your dog for a walk
Send a letter to a friend
These are kindhearted things
That I kindly recommend
Give a high five to celebrate
When someone has succeeded
Yeah, treating others
Like you'd like to be treated
That's kind
That's kind
That's kind
Faded black t-shirts
Calloused fingers hard down to the bone
Headlights pointed out to California
And no plans to ever make it home
Cigarette in ready lips
Scars of rebellion lingering in tow
Tattoos marking what we understand
And nobody else'll ever know
Cos we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin' sayin
I forged a mind from the boredom and now
I can't be bothered to not be boogiein'
Starry eyed driver boy
Lead footed methodica never knew a doubt
Head in the heavens level with the gods
And no ropes to pull him down
Promiscuously vagabond
Counter culture Kerouac in us all
Even though we ain't making any money
I'm standing 50' tall
Cos we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin' sayin
I forged a mind from the boredom and now
I can't be bothered to not be boogiein'
Well we're surviving with a clever wit and daily we're hanging by a thread
Pickin pockets like monkey stealin bread
Tank out of gas n'only enough cash for Arizona
But that's alright I could make a fine life there in Sedona
Cos we were beatnik boys with nothing but a head full of soul
All we own is what we carryin' sayin
I forged a mind from the boredom and now
I can't be bothered to not be boogiein'
He take her home
He love her slow
He shake her bones
They rock and roll
They rock and roll
Hit the road
Go round the world
Know what every angel knows
She take a hold
She take a hold
He won't let go
He buy her clothes
He buy her stones
Show her Rome
Satellite phones
He build a boat
He build a throne
He bribe her hopes
Never say know
She take a hold
She take a hold
He won't let go
Jump on me baby
Jump on my back
Jump on me baby
Come on, come on
Give me a heart attack
He eats the devil's bread
Monkey in a corpse's alphabet
Start fishing with a scatter gun
Big trouble on the run
The judge did come
Gave away baby freedom
Poured petrol on his exorcism
Learned him a life of prison
She lose her love
She lose her love
He buckle and rust
Jump on me baby
Judiciary won Jubilate legislative gon legislate
Executive won Execute us hey eyeh eyesh hey hey
Baba bami shay oh kowo wole
Kajay wole yeh yeh
Ori bamishay oh kinkore Dele
fun mammy oh yeh
Monkey Dey work Babu Dey chope
See my people Wetin Dey sup
Maga Dey pay police Dey
Oya find Boys something oh for there hey
2 seconds them start they vex wetin
Be that nah POS you try to move
Them crack the gun you are under arrest for there hey
2010 20 dem kpai people plenty
And now them come Dey promise
Is it for bread am bean
Monkey Dey work Babu Dey chope
See my people Wetin Dey sup
Maga Dey pay police Dey
Oya find Boys something oh for there hey
Judiciary won Jubilate legislative gon legislate
Executive won Execute us hey eyeh eyesh hey hey
Baba bami shay oh kowo wole
Kajay wole yeh yeh
Ori bamishay oh kinkore Dele
fun mammy oh yeh
Monkey Dey work Babu Dey chope
See my people Wetin Dey sup
Maga Dey pay police Dey
Oya find Boys something oh for there hey
2 seconds them start they vex wetin
Be that nah POS you try to move
Them crack the gun you are under arrest for there hey
2010 20 dem kpai people plenty
And now them come Dey promise
Is it for bread am bean
Monkey Dey work Babu Dey chope
See my people Wetin Dey sup
Maga Dey pay police Dey
Oya find Boys something oh for there hey
Bangers and da mash
Oh, McDuckin' in da cash
Printing paper money
Monkeys, bread, and honey
Cadence style iconic
You and I wax harmonic
We're having a good time
We throw an epic soiree, yo
I got connection
Uh, Give you my affection
Dante's got an aura crush
I'm a feelin' de golden rush
I'm giving out de golden rush
I'm givin' out de golden touch
I'm givin out de golden touch
I evoke de Midas touch
I'm making de cake, yeah
Get me ta de Pachanga
I'm milkin' de cash cow
Hand over ma fist now
Got ma swerve on n' uh uh on
2x
I'm a crunk danseuse
I move da bod no scuse
I move da body no scuse I move my hips be your muse
Get back out on de dance floor
I play you and you beg more
Get your hands in the air, yo
Just like you got no care yo
Ride it up, move around
Jump it up and land get down down
2x
We can take it fast no take it slow
2x
We can get down you be my beau
2x
We be dancin' oh up on de go go
Give a yes and no to de no no
Pog it up and make it a yo yo
go too fast we say it a whoa whoa
Got a glow glow come to de show show
Make you say oh, shake up de torso
We can dance oh up on de go go
Flex de photo, say now oh oh
I really know know
Get me ta de Pachanga
I'm milkin' de cash cow
Hand over ma fist now
Got ma swerve on n' uh uh on
2x
I'm a crunk danseuse
I move da bod no scuse
I move da body no scuse I move my hips be your muse
Get back out on de dance floor
I play you and you beg more
Get your hands in the air, yo
Just like you got no care yo
Wind is freedom blowing through my hair
Evince the plan you've now become aware
Saint Tropez, Cabo and Hvar
Bora Bora, Monaco ain't far
Luxury jet and phantom car car
Super yacht loot, undersea lights blue
On de deck sippin Plentitude P3
Rollin' with bens
Barefoot bar
Night skinny wi de dolphins
in de isle Maldives
Mm, water soft on de bare skin waves
Hm, you don't go cause ya ain't dat brave
Mm, leave de palms for de fjord New Zealand
Copter dem falls ta de trail of de Rings' Lord
Get me ta de Pachanga
I'm milkin' de cash cow
Hand over ma fist now
Zip cloud forest, Emerald Coast
Port to port in da 5 star res
Hit de glaciers on de Skorpios III
Stargazing Easter Island in de stone effigies
Kumarakom Lake for de spa treatments
SUP Gulf of Oman limestone cliffs
Arabic herbs and a 4 x 4
Jittery
I'm jittery
I, I, I, I jittery
I'm feeling jittery
I'm feeling, all types of jittery my body's bout to burst
My brain is pistoling like John Wick running late for work
I don't get, where it all came from jumping like Jayson Tatum
All without a frame of reference
I'm feeling, all types of jittery my body's bout to burst
My brain is pistoling like John Wick running late for work
I don't get, where it all came from jumping like Jayson Tatum
All without a frame of reference
And I'm about to explode crossover episode
With my inner subconscious
In time my mind starts to unwind it travels fast but I move slow
Man I feel so exhausted, uhh
It's trippy dippy I'm speaking but no one listens
I'm skipping right to that business
I'm cold but my chill is missing, yeah
And I'm self contained but my minds slipping at the sides
To myself secrets I confide but inside it starts a riot in me
The child in me, conflicting with the man
Got syndrome like Peter Pan I'm trapped with no escape plan, huh
And I just can't stand it
That my life is moving so fast it's like a bandit
Robbed me of my childhood past took it for granted
Never thought it would end but it did though
I'm a king ripped away from his kingdom
I'm feeling, all types of jittery my body's bout to burst
My brain is pistoling like John Wick running late for work
I don't get, where it all came from jumping like Jayson Tatum
All without a frame of reference
And snake clans coming at me so evil
They're gleeful hidden in toxic people
An earful of drama turns them straight medieval
Mosquitoes sucking my blood with their needles
I'm fearful, why the fuck they coming at me for
Like three four minutes of my time helps them feel pure
Like monkey bread they pull me apart till I'm dead
Enough said, I'm feeling jittery
Forty hours a week man, I'm weak man I'm jittery
I think I'm choosing losing hold of my mind, I think I'm jittery
As far as I can really tell I losing hold of myself I'm felling jittery
I think I'm losing, uh, losing, uh, losing my mind I think I'm jittery I'm going insane
It's not the same since adulthood hit me straight to the brain
It like a train full collided with a fucking airplane
Nothing remains gotta go don't got no time to explain
I'm feeling jittery, all types of jittery my body's bout to burst
My Brain is, pistoling like John Wick running late for work
I don't get, where it all came from jumping like Jayson Tatum
All without a frame of reference
Hello, nice to know ya
We can go up
Get loca
It ain't over, til it's over
Don't know how, lemme show ya
Just Relax yea
We can roll up
We can toss one
We can pour up
Where ya from tho
It don't matter
We gon enjoy ya
Yea you royal
Still independent yea
To the digits yea
Been jumped off the porch yea
Ween never scared
Who care bout all what they said
We litty in it yea
Money paper bag yea
We call that monkey bread
Lull mama got that back yea
She throw it back yea
Fresh off a flight yea
I'm attaching
Them boys think it's sweet yea
No saccharine
She gon make a statement
Just watch her do her dance
Straight to the millions
We gon take the chance
We been known to get it in
Bandz a make her vamp (Kodak)
Spar in the camp yea
She call me champ yea
We good where we at yea
don't need advances
Good on her feet, wanna go deep yea
We gon light the street yea
No sleep yea
Ain't wit it, beat ya feet yea
We don't need it
On a paper route yea
Took the scenic
Hello, nice to know ya
We can go up
Get loca
It ain't over, til it's over
Don't know how, lemme show ya
Just Relax yea
We can roll up
We can toss one
We can pour up
Where ya from tho?
Ain't got no friends
They look all their doors
Ain't got no buddies, can't even get whores
Mama's disowned me, daddy is dead
Ain't got no children and I
Ain't got no bread
I got my monkey, I'm a junkie
Lonely junkie is my name
My balls??? ass
Is heavy and leaded, loaded with gas
My past is a bummer, my future's a drag
I live for the moment and
The moment is scared
I live for my monkey, I'm a junkie
Lonely junkie is my name
I'm locked in the bathroom
I just dropped my point
It fell in the toilet
They're closing this joint
Well I got a good hit so I really don't care
And I got my stash that I ain't gonna share
I have a monkey, I'm a junkie
Lonely junkie is my name
A lifetime of filth and shit in your face, in your face, in your face, in your face
March forward like a good boy in your place, in your place, in your place, in your place
This is control, it takes a toll
gonna make me snap, this world is a trap
Modern day collapse, I cannot connect the synapse, I can’t relate, I will never sedate
We stay afloat in this river of blood, and it boils, and it boils, and it boils, and it boils
We come with the gift of attack
it’s for you, it’s for you, it’s for you, it’s for you
We live in a nightmare, a worldwide nightmare, everywhere, waiting to pounce
We live in a nightmare, a fucking nightmare, we’ll see your end before we bounce
Monkey see
Monkey do
Instinctively
Bread to kill
Inside of you
Inside of me
The strength to be
The strength to see
Inside of us
I will not bend
I will not trust
I will not be you
c lifetime of filth and shit in your face, in your face, in your face, in your face
March forward like a good boy in your place, in your place, in your place, in your place
This is control, it takes a toll
gonna make me snap, this world is a trap
Modern day collapse, I cannot connect the synapse, I can't relate, I will never sedate
We stay afloat in this river of blood, and it boils, and it boils, and it boils, and it boils
We come with the gift of attack
it's for you, it's for you, it's for you, it's for you
We live in a nightmare, a worldwide nightmare, everywhere, waiting to pounce
We live in a nightmare, a fucking nightmare, we'll see your end before we bounce
Monkey see
Monkey do
Instinctively
Bread to kill
Inside of you
Inside of me
The strength to be
The strength to see
Inside of us
I will not bend
I will not trust
I will not be you
Would, would, would you please pass the biscuits
It looks like somebody would notice that I ain't started eatin' yet
Sure be glad when they get their fill, and go into the parlor and set
Then, by golly, I won't have to use my manners
I'll just get a biscuit myself
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, there ain't a biscuit left
The only day of the week we get Sunday-fed
And they've et up all the biscuits
And, uh, I just can't eat without bread
(singers)
There's something the matter, no bread on the platter
And he just can't eat without bread
Just cuz I got trouble cutting off my old hoes do that make me a hoarder
I was in trouble, plotting on how to make double, p's to the T from California
At first I was just exploring felt like Dora
I found a plate but I needed some more on it
They defense too weak I'm scoring
Ain't nothing about me corny shorty, but I'm plugged in with the farmers
Three hundred thousand bringing in profit on a duplex sitting out in Georgia
I two step, I'm two steps away from a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
Uh, everyone I went to school with
Hit me now like you did it
This my shit I'm the new tenant
Leading the youth I'm the lieutenant
If I open this bag you got two decisions
You gotta' die or put loot in it
I got hot in a few minutes, I'ma hungry man
Flow bananas I'm running up monkey bread
Hear this shit make you want to hit the money dance
We off the brown, Kwame
I don't know why the hoe telling maybe cuz I fucked her in the lobby
All the labels tryna sell me but told em first they gotta' buy me
Dej Loaf we getting bread, hope they never ever want to try me
Sir Please don't make me catch a body
I ain't been going to sleep I got certain things on my conscious
She want my kids but she give me brain, I call her phonics
Yesterday's price but today that's not it
I make em rage, start up the mosh pit
Just cuz I got trouble cutting off my old hoes do that make me a hoarder
I was in trouble, plotting on how to make double, p's to the T from California
At first I was just exploring felt like Dora
I found a plate but I needed some more on it
They defense too weak I'm scoring
Ain't nothing about me corny shorty, but I'm plugged in with the farmers
Three hundred thousand bringing in profit on a duplex sitting out in Georgia
I two step, I'm two steps away from a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
She said I'm too player but I made the game all by myself
It's layers, levels to this shit
Fuck a cater, chef in the crib
Sleep later I was working at six
Give me the beat know I'm hurting that shit
I took my life and I worked on that shit
In my city they ain't heard of that shit, for real
Can't you tell I'm getting better and better
Ain't a swiper baby give me credit
Lil sis said she seen me on Reddit
This my story but a few years ago they wouldn't have read it
When yo turn come better be ready
My shit locked but I am not dreaded
Straight to the top the only place we headed
Soon as she give me face, I'm right out that door
Before we even started the race, I been snatched the gold
Bitch I'm in that mode
No distractions, grabbing goals
What would you do if you had to blow
Life is perception so pave yo road
She suck the life out a nigga, treat me like inflatables
No defense but I'm making moves
She got a friend so tonight I'ma take on two
If I'm king do you think I'ma play by the rules, nah
Just cuz I got trouble cutting off my old hoes do that make me a hoarder
I was in trouble, plotting on how to make double, p's to the T from California
At first I was just exploring felt like Dora
I found a plate but I needed some more on it
They defense too weak I'm scoring
Ain't nothing about me corny shorty, but I'm plugged in w the farmers
Three hundred thousand bringing in profit on a duplex sitting out in Georgia
I two step, I'm two steps away from a million endorsements
I been on chill but really I'm scorching
On my way to the Forbes list
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