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and that shit made him rotten
And rather sour, so that coward wanna work with Bauers
Like he gon pay you by the hour, pussy Nigga now or 
Later haters gon be

sour too
Cause they pockets so little
Oh you big mad
Cause your bitch in the kennel
Life's rough
Don't act tough
I'll call your bluff
Take your stuff

do beef too busy for smoke
Rather be deep down ya girl throat (Yessir)
Rather get bread rather promote
Rather write rhymes and get paid for my quotes

like a tower
Power
Call me 50 cent but I'm a dollar 
Flower 
Always got the green it be sour
Holla
If you want some smoke gun powder
Howard
Stern

cool, nah
Just ride where I’m at, get the bread, make the rhymes then others threw.
Don’t gotta acknowledge me, got that pen right up side of me
Its too

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

them
Bread stretched like Wimby, play above the rim
Too much on my plate for me to carry them
Foot stay on you snakes until I bury them

Now she wanna

Never stops

I done did a lot of shit but i aint never take the stand Im just rolling hella potent smoking sour by the gram I aint Switch up on that nigga

the taste's the same sour, bitter
I do it old school like grind the grain - flour, pita bread
Now we rip up nature to grow the feed to devour critter
Like apes

pull up for top

Thank you God for the bread aye
If you die get some rest yuh
I don't stop til I'm dead pedal through metal I hustle the feds
Models fake

And never break bread with this family who take care of me
Just keep in your head (SHALL WE BANG) dude we bang too
Don't make me pick up my shit and spit,

on my phone trying to paint me in the wrong light
Homies acting sour
Twitter finger dissing on a thousand
Shower me with hate
As if I never gave a brother

Take a thought out the mind and say that it's Bible so you


Free your mind-we got no time for the mental slavery
Bread of life with the blood Check out

red dot on his noes i bet he get popped, if he keep acting a clown 
that work im laying it down 
ma bread i want that shit now
shes in love i blew out

Stop It

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

night with no sex
shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread
be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red
like a Maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me

Punch in recordin this mortal kombat
She dont want me she need me because of bread 
She wont fuck me she greedy just want some head 
She dont love me but

post bail
I'm in jail, bread getting real stale
I just need some weed to inhale

Hold up, let me roll one
I'm way too sober right now, I need smoke some

Power
Imma rise up and get it every hour 
You can’t bread off me  you coward now go eat lemons cuz your face all sour 

In the club ill make it rain like

niggas
Hands down
Break bread, break Dutch's and we break necks
6 niggas, 1 bitch with no latex
Gray Beamer, no top when it's 20 degrees
Lo shorts, sour

and you guard your space
Against invasive fakes who will stomp around in sour grapes
Whining ‘bout this, that and shit that happened yesterday
Tryna bring

got nowhere to hide
I'm layin these rules
Yo ass gone abide

Spit like young gunna
Bitch I got that thunder
The king of the jungle
Bout bread buh no

I got a couple, odd million, under the sun
An endeavor every hour til my temperament sour
Is my voice too loud? Did you not understand me? 
Tread

In space all alone like I’m wall-e, 
I swear it wallahi, 

I got the power, 
Thinking I’m sweet but I still got the sour, 
Smoking on flower, 
Bodying

Abra cadabra you said Corona disappeared, poof
Let’s hit Ford’s theater no mask in DC with John Wilkes booth
Break bread with Bill Barr and David duke