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like being
Sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari
Bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team
But I'm the one survivor
How

and now everybody
Got there hand out
Damn, ya'll niggas trippin
Niggas see the money comin in
And wanna kick it and when I say I'm busy
All of you dick

today And tomorrow
Ain't nobody put me on like Channel Zero did to Ye
Yeah, I got me a new challenge in life and that's the shit I gotta chase
Move that

it for free

Coppin' the deuce
I like mine by the three
Fuckin' these bitches
We all had a piece

Never trip off a bitch
Cause they like the geek
Skeet

just want the honey.  
I'ma shoot my shot, then miss. Call her fatherless and bother this woman I got no beef with. (what?)
I'm the bread winner, stay

straight in the stu and I ain't got no food
Button on the Glock, make a nigga double juke
Talkin' to them people like you was picked last in school

Funny

wanna use it
I'm just trippin' my fault, I'm not gonna loose it
Got it for the fam just know it's deeper than music
I'm in the land knew it though call me

a 4 reservation for a Michelin
Surrounded by bosses, socialites, and another businessmen
I been gettin' money, it ain't hard for me to fit right in
You

to the tippity top
Whoever you is can't stop
Haters getting sicker by the day
Doubted on H got a cough kinda funny how it go right
Switch up on the flow right (aye

the task white man call it urban
Kill the hate I'm certain, rappers acting funny
It is different on they verses
Never breaking bread if you ain't reaching

Sign of the time in the lung of the fruit
Sign of the time in the lung of the fruit
Sign of the time in the lung of the fruit

Bread in the wine
From

unfazed
We got the
Child soldiers breaking bread with the Judas
Acting surprised when they double screwed by a Brutus
It’s funny how we go for pleasures so

mailbox, 'cause I can't get no mail 
Got the blues in my breadbox, 'cause my bread done got stale 

And there's blues in my meal barrel, and there's blues up

myself
This shit don't amaze me at all
I just wanna get this bread
Maybe get a crib on the lake and we got them jets
My baby got a bib, with my bae
We

to cover the shit
By that time though, I really gave up on it
And so I walked away, nothing else left to say
I let the garden die, nice try, but some other

paid racks for some new sticks
Live your life, and don't live for likes
Broski ain't got tints up on the whip, they caught him at the lights
My lil'

like Helen of Troy
Won’t break I got metal for bars
Colgate flow fresher than yours
Whole place go ape-ship applaud (Boom)

How many rappers in world

Transdimensional beings, I wanna be em
I wanna see em!
Two ounces of psilocybin lets call
It my per diem
My pics they getting liked up by your BM
I

bitch dat gets money by any means 
Dats gone stand fa sum, won't fall fa anything
I hate a bitch dats always suckin an Fuckin 
But ain't got nun in da

numb when I take meds
Feel good when I count bread
I think I'm running out my time, and I ain't chasing no limelight
Tryna hold it in tonight, and life's

bread
Don't Delay Me
Need a lil mama that could relay me
Fuckin wit lil shawty might be the death of me
Kuz im
Actin stupid goin dummy
Got the sauce like

the real me I do not force it
I aint stoppin till they call for endorsements
Raise the bar higher, don't got no limit
My foot on the gas way over the limit

Put some money on my nigga books they got him booked away
Gave the bread to Sugar Ray
Hit my nigga line you wanna get booked today
Everytime I get

head
It's seems your smell -banana bread

Wanna eat you, I'd rather be dead
(Mmm... yummy, let me bite you)
(I'd rather be dead, mmm..)

And everything