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mountains
The challenge is keepin’ it incline like Calvin, 
We was skipping shifts for Def Jam meetings that never happened
Losing bread being big eyed

I’m blowing up like a mine
I’m killin beats it’s a crime
The opps is sour like lime
They just can not see the signs
They need to early retire
Because

poles
Please don't play god watch his soul
I don't play ill let it blow
My mind be set only on the score
About my bread all about my dough
First one in

denying y'all kids told me she aint have children
And Ion take L's nomo, long as I got bread in the bank I'm winning
Some of y'all won't getting paid before

A mixture of blood sweat and humanity sneers
(uh)
The sour wine and the sponge covered with the Lamb's tears
(yeah)
The Branch said, "Man should not live by

You know a nigga in New York we gotta smoke that sour Diesel
Be the Boss or get bossed around
Feel me
30,000 feet 

By time you hear this
I'll be

And your flow gone sour, you're spoiled
Keep my engine running, don't need no oil
Stack my bread 'til I got my own island like Tom Sawyer
You a shrimp in

like Howard
I was getting paid by the hour, Now I'm getting paid to sell flowers
I used to flip that Reggie, I leveled up to that Sour
And now they keep

the power
Sour Patch, yeah he sweet and he sour
I call the shot, .223 leave him showered
I give her this dick and I beat it for hours
She gobble my dick, she

got them speakin sour
They hate to see it but they keepin tally
Stayed down now my feet in Bally's
Certified I don't need a voucher
Real g's all I keep

Verse 1: Phil Fresh
I'm on the mic cos I'm tryna get bread
My shit is smooth like butter, ain't no other ahead of me
You're scared of me, I'm in your

desire
Your love just keep me alive
These souls around me sour
These snakes always disguised
I can't be here till five
Cause this feeling deep inside

bread is stackin', rappin' from the jump
Man
Way too many fuck boys who fucking spittin'
You suck man
Home is way too gritty, the city I'm trynna' run man

smoke
Dealin' with a sour ass nigga, stay kosher
Slime me out, imma fuck you over
One foot stomp on a bitch, imma soldier
Two feet jump on a bitch, imma

MARK
How Do You Document real Life
When Real Life's Getting More
Like Fiction Each Day?
Headlines - Bread-Lines
Blow My Mind
And Now This Deadline

drive for the cash
Drive all time, yeah, drive for the grind, yeah
Drive till my time come, drive till I'm dead

I gotta get a head, get to the bread
For

was sweet
But now it's sour as fuck
White flag
Want us to take shit easy, y'all ain't mercy us
She got things that I like
….
Could provide for some

bread and evacuate with his bitch
She got immaculate head, I ejaculate on lips
Right in the back of the six
Like look I’m back in this bitch
Rolling up

'cause I'm going to shine
Back then ain't none of them want me
Now they see me, they're sour like lime
My girl come sweet like Tropical Prime
Come closer

like me
Puffin sour diesel on em where I might be
I said to grind a zip let's get lit and light trees
If we talkin bout the bread we stackin paper likely

My bread been going up
Got the lean that's double cup
Chasing dreams is my thing
Fuck it up, they don't know enough
I got no limit, infinite power

Tell you why
Time to silence all you lambs
Start winnin', man
These niggas wanna act out
Spit sour on your name
Cuz they all stuck up in the trap house

the new saver the moment
Breaking rules and bread like Walter
Drug enforcing fiends that's Pinkman
People like 'em except Noris
Don't use your saved cash

hour
Cook chop 8yrs ago ei still never sour
Why judge me of sin if I was born a sinner
I better spread love than for spread propaganda
Tu ne dois pas