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to clear my mind of this place
To clear my head, cause I ain't worried about the bread we straight
And if I need it, I can eat off my retirement plate
Tired

gon'
Raise up the case like it was towards the grace of God
Now let me break up the bread and I'm raisin' the stakes on a pedestal
Pressin' down that

faith for the future[03:05.58]Her and I together can do anything[03:07.57]Against us the devil might be spreading rumors[03:09.93]But we shut them down by

pole
I thank the Lord for His mercy and another day
Glad He woke me up I get this money and stay out the way

I'm just tryna get some bread I don't need

a gringo
Take a chance on me, go plinko
Smoke yellow submarine, so Ringo
Probably blackout before I bingo
Only go ninety-five plus Cinco
Spending that bread

against the world, you can guess who I'm choosing
By any means necessary, Stanza ain't losing
Win a couple battles then lose a few more
Going back

clock
Burning bridges where the bread is made
Don't be stupid, don't go renegade
So confusing when they in that phase
Barely choosing, how the fire blaze

jeronimo
Numbers up they all hitting my phone
Got some bread now I want the whole loaf
Light the building with BB Simon
Slip my feet in Rick Owens Ramones
In

at the stars
Music in the back
Phone is playing Bruno Mars
Night is still young
Lemme take you for a ride
Betcha imma catch you by surprise
Lemme take you

funny
Kitty it's cheesy it smell like some Funyuns
Wouldn't break bread with the bitch she a junkie
I can't give her nothing (Nope)
Hanging I'm banging I

of buzz, buzz
Been a busy bee, and my name is Charlee P
By the way I made the beat, I've been off of the wall
Shout to Vans, I'm rocking on my feet
Zack

There’s no way my dough raised on sole faith, or going safe
I took risk and made bad bets
Had friends who were bad threats
Had bread I ain't have yet, I

keep on pushin' me

Huh
Fuck with my bread
Have ya career hang by thread
Take back what been said
Ugh ugh
It's too late for that
Went behind my back
Call

challenge
Coming to America
To fit in a New Balance
But through the struggles and pain
I'm humbled by the way I was raised
I ain't ashamed to pass game to my

You seen all the work I put in nigga
I can tell by how you looking nigga
Countless hours I'm skipping dinner
Missing out on sleep & the time my my

touch
Could end up in prison, or do it by the book and clean your hands up
Fuck you mean, dirty money keeps me clean, my bands up
Loud money throwing

away already but
Quit my job, the bread is steady
Kill my dreams, I'm fighting freddie
Damn these thoughts got weight, they heavy
My mindstate deadly

the corner, 
I will not be distracted by a bitch that isn’t happy with the simple fact i have my shit in order,

Man I’m done talking bout loose lips, 
Tryna go

A brick of snow make flurries when you grind the rock
I'm trying to make a couple million, stop watching me and get yours
I'm always on that bread like

underground
And im smokin it by the barrel
Call me Caro Quintero
Quiero mucho dinero and pronto
I'm drinking straight out the bottle
I'm coming different

in a year
Now times that by 3, that's 15 and I'm only 21
But you might get the track a year from now, March 12th, 2021
Hmm, maybe I'll name the track 3

There's nothing that you can do for me
Its time to get my point across like it's 2:40
Hit with each lyric like you got blasted from 2 40s
Want bread

Killing it sound like a oozie
Dope is you dealing get hit in your cuji
Scheming by taking your room keys
She down cause your chick is a groupie
Ever been

casa
Or by the beaches in cabanas
Casamigos wit some freak hoes
Dat be geekin off maddonna
She wanna be my rebound
Make me feel like Dennis Rodman
Niggas