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with a Madman

Don't run your mouth
I'll get you stabbed man
You leak my name and you a dead man
I'll leave your body in a cab man
I need more bread just

from popping triggers
Blisters from C-4 singes
Cataracts from flashing nozzles spitting
Army with me you can bet that
When we uppercut a fuck by the time

Still make a plate off packs, u gotta week 
I Cop, then come right back, i never lease
cnd The kings bring bread up front, i need a seat
Im Never

shit is so everlastin
Run me the dough and I bake it
Bread to be made Ima make it
I turned my cons to a condo
Turn all my pros into payment

(hook)

beam
Got ten racks, spent five on the jeans
My bro's in the trap everyday with the feens
Gotta make that bread by any means
Dont't want the love, i just

that ain't nobody want
I would always end up wearing one
To share it on
A aunt viv's facebook page
It's so embarrassing but
They gave the most bread

by sitting at your feet
But I never saw them walking any real street
Phantasmic talking head neither alive nor dead
No flesh and bone for bearing load

up by saying you look bad, you know
Lowkey, you're not even trying to brag, you know
Your beauty had Olodumare in his bag, you know
Way you're

up, you don’t wanna end up with that magic shit,

Syrup sipping, pouring up wockiesha by the gallon.

Hood nigga, never thought Id be on jimmy Fallon,

Right a way me rise me rise e K
Yo a who fi dead
Murder everything
nuhbody fi buy fish and bread
Inna chest and inna face me a beat di lead
None a my

scent stronger Dan Thinner

Tell Nissan mi life sunny

An I’m dawg a do drive by inna dem tiida

Di streets know seh mi brilliant

And bakery know seh mi

Plus Back In The Field
I Just Heard The Newest Shit Y’all Dropped 
Is Y’all For Real??


Pussy I Been Psyched By The Lack Of Competition
Ripped The Aux

Charlie

Euro and pound sterling 



[Verse 1: Rhythim]

Say na wetin be the matter

Me I get bread for my butter

Oya make we put things in order

Before

a number one

breaking bread rather

than breaking off some crumbs

Just that Hip Hop

On the loop so let it run

We all night vibing the session never done

fire for hire you paid by your subscriptions wow
You know my presence is a heavy blessing
It took a lot of patience studied the message and rise

and venom for our daily bread
Duende
Wash your conscience in the tears of men who raped
Trace your pleasures in the outlines of pain
You speak of laws

Making big slam after big slam
Getting to the bread, super rich
Cuz family on some blue shit
Ride or die, you a lie lie
Looking at your friend like get

vanguard
And I ride by myself I don't need no fucking bodyguard
Sending scattered showers
Go and get a rain guard
Bustin shots like I'm Kobe
Draco gonna hit

God bless the child who has his own and that's a old quote, a old cliche that everyone should live by
Why?
Because you should have your own you

bread but nun dis shit makes happy
Plotting on da opps tryna get it by any means
You gotta keep a real this shit deeper then a ravine
Yeh
Tryna catch

lose nothin' I'm winnin'

Uh, uh, oh, uh
What they wanna know about me? I'm winnin', uh
Mob in a crib by twenty, uh
None of these whips ain't rented

the bread and wine
We're sinking fast

From your tunnel vision mother nature reels from shock
And blindly stumbles onwards and hears that ticking clock
We're

the people he a chump
Ion abide by politics I know just what they want
Do anything for power just putting on a front
They say the same shit just switching up

Jesus my lover
Consuming fire
Bread of life
Morning by morning
Your love awakens me to the light
Your words are unfailing
Your power is endless