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love, I'm quicker
Stroke sounding like a mixture of Bone Thugs and Twista
Leave the clit with sours and blisters
So long, my sister
Reach forward to kiss

you can have it
Back in roseland we getting toasted had the bread on me like Sara lee
I gotta trap for the rats put the gat to they neck tell them mfs

liberty flame on u bang on
You niggas disrespect my city thats what we about
Roll up
Yeh homie that sour rest in peace to the twin towers
I was in

be compensated 
Had a broken soul, turn me to a soldier
Kept my head up, Never losing focus 
I ain't fed up, til my bread up 
Got a purple drank my

gettin bread like banana nut, cuz i don't give a damn what the cops say
I'm tryna flip me a brick like a pancake, and I'm finna get lit off D'usse'
I smoke

my old brother be pressed to the edge
So when it came to me why the fuck did you fold
Whole lotta bread when this plan turn out right
I done lost

the pressure
So what's your measure
Cause I don't really got one
Feeling like i'm worth none
Feelings off I go numb
Bread is out I got crumbs
So I break the bank

villains that’s diabolical
Fuck a following cause we’ll follow you to you residence
Trying to break bread so we living for dead presidents
It’s evident you

of my kitchen boys
Beady eyes are never satisfied

Keep your itchin' mitts from my refrigerator
Keep your big fat heads from my fresh baked bread
Leave

kall the shots imma  a chief watch how you speak i keep it sour i aint sweet 
And you could get left on the curb i swear to god thats my word 
I know you

(Big 3 bitch you know the vibes)
I remember nights on the block like lights tryna get digits
Got sour, got soft, got hard told the fiens come through

get for it
Come kick it with me, don't bicker with me, sip liquor with me
We breaking bread and then chicken really we off it silly
A half of sour

In the morning when I butter my bread
I get so upset
Baby's got me smothered and
Door's locked but she's coming in
Sweet and sour
I love my baby but

network extensive
Hungry for the money taste too expensive
Feelin like I hit the power ball
Wet em up like a shower wall 
See I'm livin sweet got em sour

was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My bitch 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be

sour and it's sweet if you can greet your fear
Halfway 'cross the street
Or find yourself in tears and tie your heart in a knot
Then play it on repeat

perceive this
Ain't no reason for me to rest
I'd rather progress and stack my bread
My raps stay fresh and my bitch stay bad
You can hate all you want but I

slumber im unstable nothing left for me in cali
we do benzo off the rip but probably should get the denali
kuz my presence felt you sour so much money

Yeah
Is you gon climb with me, Baby don't lie to me, Yeah
Hundred thousand cash all in my hand
Dropping chickens now I feel like the man
I need the bread

and stupid
Ice cream truck was blaring louder
Than the sour of the older rasta men
Who had a little power
I digress
There was a little flower
Growing down

pressure)
I'm in love with the plug
(Uhuh)
I'm in love with the plug
Gas got the whole car sour
Sellin dope ahundred miles per hour
No attributes of a coward

spit sour
Stop capping off that red rum
I'll feed you to these birds
As I crush you like some bread crumbs
On some Mobb shit
Skull hot time ticking bomb

til my mouth was awful dry
But I'm in a better place, the bread is hard to make
Spent my Sunday in the shade, with my homies bumping Drake
I was slowly

fumes in the air, addicted to smelling the dead
Walking the streets like we ain't have a bed
Fucking them birds playing with bread
Niggas start dying