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boom boom boom
These hollows put em to sleep
I ride around with that red laser, top dawg, Bread chaser
Interfere with my pen game and this .45 gon erase

using ur heads
BB holding my pants
That shit filled up with bread
Had some black to her pink
But it's more like a red
Was it sour or sweet nah I couldn't

Cocky ass nigga, hoes love me
Been gettin' money, that's nothing (Glock)

My mama locked down in the feds (Tamika)
I had to go get the bread (get it)

4 ye the projects
And No school all my homies had the pyrex
And we had tabs, had bars and we had weed
We werent trying to sell reggie
So we were sour

to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride, uh

She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight
But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the lime light
Leave her

train off the rails, must be the bread
Budder rain in the mental plains of this bedlam
Dumb? no, numb, vocals strum a mogul's hum
Bum some drums frumma

bread 
You really think you on top, but you ain't had no hit yet 
I done seen it all my guy there's no reason to be shocked
Got One hand gripping that fye

Kick our door together
We pull out bread and score together
Go to the head to blow together
Un-click it, ain't no level my potnah, my friend
If yo

he gettin' beats
Niggas be sour cuz' ain't shit sweet
Better watch how you talk when you talkin' to me
Cuz' i'll leave ya brains on the concrete
Tell

were calling me crazy
Look at me lately
I'm in a power mode (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Stacking it up as the hours go (Uh huh)
They getting sour the more that

bread plus i stay weeded

[Fred]
Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows
Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s
Every days an episode

the function
Stack my bread on top of the cheese no Egg McMuffin
I done went broke like four times ain't no stunna
My hundred pack player got caught I need a new

getting my chills
So me I ain't chilling tho
Still Tryna get my Dough
If it ain't bread breaking on the Table
I ain't eating shit

Sipping on my favorite

the glow
Blowing Sour D outta optimos
Riding high off in my Tahoe
Failures not optional
So for the revenue
Im jumping obstacles
Im a hustler mane
So you best

wit rookies
Better than most burning all this bread so every night we make toast it's only right for me to say I'm a goat
I know they'd like for me

the hip
Knock out your power I want you to trip
I got em sour my vision is clear
I lost my dawg I ain’t shed a tear
We got em back that’s word to my peer

shooter, might nickname him rim
Got this bread offa trap, I ain't needin' no stem
But now I can rap, succeeding to win
Hear the beat I just snap, I'm goin'

spit that bread in the toaster
That amusement park music, I pick and roll in the coaster
From the hip and reload up, I hit a lick when I pull up
I'm

jab had us down bad
For medicate and a piece of bread
Government left us out to gasp
So how I'm supposed to trust em after that
Born liar and deceive

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

blunts and sour D's starting to take its toll
Kids looking at me like, Daddy, why your eyes red
Day to time, baby, all this grinding and surviving
And I'll

be sour
Trust I know taste
If you ain't never lost than got it bacc
Then we don't relate
If you ain't never copped then lost a pacc
Then we don't

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

thought that you made it
You got all that bread but got no arraignment
I just got payments
I just got all of that shit it's a flagrant
You ain't get none