Lyrics:
(fully strapped)
Fully loaded with ammo we step on the scene, we aim and we bang (bang)
I'm walking surrounded by flames like Monday night raw I'm hotter
Chat Tati snub
Figo ti a ti fi shey sub
Ore ofe ni everything
Nobi by who pray pass
Alaru ton ge bread
Ofi awo ori e shey breakfast
Aye
Make I Dey go far
brows at Nico
TK, we take, careful precautions
Run up on us, arms swinging like we flossing
Cash on collect, bread on baguette
Never forget, about how we
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
on the album (Album)
I'm on the road to stardom (No cap)
My success you can't phantom
Okay (Yeah)
No haters in my head
I'm steady, chasing my bread (steady)
I'll
on the album (Album)
I'm on the road to stardom (No cap)
My success you can't phantom
Okay (Yeah)
No haters in my head
I'm steady, chasing my bread (steady)
I'll
gay that's cool, but be gay
And come on out and be that
Don't be standing in front of us
Acting like a straight up G
Ayo, I break bread, ribs
Hundred
up with your mercy
Man shall not live
By bread alone (and I know)
But by the words
That proceeding from Jah, Jah
Man shall not live
By bread
ooh-ah (yeah), ooh-ooh
My life be like (yeah)
It's times like these that make me say
Lord if you see me, please come my way
Leavin' bread crumbs for
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Shoot him in da head
Show em you ain't playin
I was wanted by the feds
Shoot a nigga dead
If it's over that bread
You heard what I said
Boot
understand all the hate
I can't be around nothing fake
I'm a goth star by the way
So alone when I'm gone up in space
Im going to get this bread like a cake
You
crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they
there's plenty that Feed ON These Toxin's That's why they say pick your poison Why We don't bite the hand that fed from the Bread of Life
Not by Bread
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
the rent, forget about the cable
It's hard enough keepin' bread on the table
Instrumental Solo
Most of our friends in the same boat,
Hangin' by a thread need
pass all my test
Left class hit licks for the bread
Said its punch but I'm pouring up red
Fuck juice I need more hi-tec
Getting hungry I just ran
wonder if my mind will be right by the time I put this out
Soul filled with doubt
Peak my head up through the clouds
Silver lining on me now
So I guess
Tae told me hold my head, tae told me hold my head, yeah
Tae told me stack my bread, tae told stack my bread
Tae told me hold my head, then he told
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