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and these niggas hate it
Got bread to make
Smokin' wedding cake, sippin' on purple, uh
Whole lotta motion in the city I was wrong, I just smoked a leaf and I

Spending bread on shit I never thought
Never thought I'd have this dough
Pay attention
I say I never thought
Best believe that's cuz I know
Outta

flows, punch lines like Ken and Ryu do
By now I'm pretty sure you're stuck inside my genjutsu
More complex than feminine energy on minstrels

Yet simple

feeling don't feel right all these neighborhoods we come from we really don't even like
If you had the bag today you'd be out of there by tonight so

shoot yo ass till you dead
About my name about the game and how we chasing this bread
Crackas hate that I been shining like Venetian as red
rather beat

early morning daily bread
Praying, meditating like the sage when I leave the bed
Think of gratitude and gravitate to everything I'm saying
I'm

get you wanted
Its the same shit
Gettin bread wit my muddy
One day we gon' fill up that duffy
Its safe to say
I seen comin'
Take it day by day
Keep it

Yeah I'm super gangsta dawg
I got like 95 bodies and I grew up under a bridge and I can do 10,000 push ups
and can't nobody kill me!

All Cap
All Cap

She said she miss me I done told her miss me with that shit
I'd rather have stacks and a new foreign bitch
Daily Off Stack, cuz we move it by

a token
I know that not misguided just misspoken
All that and all that I'm owing
Taken for granted yeah of course
Staking the bread like a horse
My skin is

I just seen my pops get outlived by the crackheads
Life is just a show and half these niggas
Is acting
On the paper route and I don't get distracted

'em get close
If they try to take me out my glow, I let this shit glow
Tell em' come and try me, it ain't hard to find me
47 posted by that store,

an impeccable leader At this point I'm clearly a senior

You basically hate from the bleachers
Yeah, cooking up crack in the stew Smoking my blunts by twos
Pretty

cheese I'm gettin' bread in a basic white tee
Subbed to a bad bitch on youtube talkin' bout she tryin' to fight me

This hoe should go by Mike Tyson

just workin', God openin' doors
Back when I was moppin' up floors, knew it's more in store
Got hits by the dozen, music floodin', this ain't all a sudden

Everybody's in jeans
But separated by decisions in the past unforeseen
Time to get on my feet
Forgot life so sweet
Start caring for my health
Keep brushing my

Well, she could've loved a roper
Way out in Texas
Got married to a broker
That drives around a Lexus
Ran off with a soldier
Fightin' for Uncle Sam

Yeah
We go toe to toe we go head
We go toe to toe we go head
So misled
Woke up for the bread
Take off arm leg
Off drugs my body changing
Lying see

Look at yo money that shit turn to mold
I'm on the Xbox I buy me my gold
Bitch she a thot how she strip on the pole
I'm a bread winner I get to the dough

greatness, you're too late
I got the confidence
Feelin' I'm heaven sent
God created the perfect creature
And his name starts with S
Maybe she want me this time

Thinking bout your stomach you strain to try to bubble 
Double up the bread that you made off of the crumbles
Focused on the cake you ain't ate just tryna

spit is too hard,
Like Harold or Kumar, I'm fried tryna find a castle, I'm in from Saturn, got my Saturdays on loops like lassos
Pass the scalpel,
I'm

all my ducks in a row
Shot all my ducks in a row
Foie gras ain't good for the soul
Foie gras disgusts me
So I'm gone
So I'm gone
Tortured by my endless

breeze, driving
Life found a way
Rebirth, we are thriving
Sweet and tangy strawberries
We was hanging on by a thread
Now I'm off to get the bread
With