Lyrics:
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
Or waddle through this section where the natives feel murdery
Vicinity wander
Claim no soul
Never
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On east, as it is in heaven,
Give us today our daily bread,
Forgive us, Father, all our sins,
cs we
still kill you by the crumb
I done ran up all this bread, but I'm still humble with this paper
They be lovin' how I'm comin', I even motivate my haters
Whole lotta positives, whole lotta negatives
The way you move that body, girl
I knew that it was Heaven-sent
If I hold it down, you could stay
mask it
Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Holy
You can catch the shekana breezing'
By whoever disses Christ than
Bowed and seize 'em
He's holy, man, the culture needs him
And can't define life,
movin so fast, youknow'msayin
A day on Earth like a thousand years in heaven
Ya know, dependin on how you livin it's like
Where yo' bread at? Where yo'
Y'all can't stop me, ya'll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin' by myself, findin' heaven soon
Many things that will trouble
rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop, jacked his ass with
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
I make 'em
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob
Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop
He got
you starting to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
I make 'em
the life of another
Yes, you can hide from man but not your conscience
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow yourself to be
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob
Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop
He got
the life of another
Yes, you can hide from man but not your conscience
You eat the bread of sorrow drink the wine of violence
Allow yourself to be
side
One for each nigga by your side (Ahh)
If the blue ones try to slide up on me
It’s a suicide
My lil bitch a redbone likes a homegrown (Homegrown)
I'm in some old Supreme and a Polo tee
High as heaven in the afternoon, solving mysteries like Shaggy's crew
Mistaken passion for attitude, so when
By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground
For out of it you were taken
For you are dust
And dust you shall become
attorney beat the case now god gon let me in
Got that living water bread of life you know it's heaven-sent
Throw away the old, bring in the new ain't talking
hustle all the time
Vacation like rehab cause I'm addicted to the grind
Always chasing bread I could care less for the shine
Bad bitch by my side and she
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