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They envy that I got paper
Turn all my haters to papers

These niggas really wack
I don't pay them no attention I just count my stacks
Gettin bread yeah

rip forget a trauma kit
I ain't violent, but don't test me bitch
I've been labeled sick. Birthed marked by the triple 6
Red blade; Dark Lord of the Sith

cause we made a mess
Now don't stress never the less we got our family supporting us yes
Cause they the best fuck all the rest till the day I die 36 in my

it was your time 
Now you about to cry and break down I guess it’s show time 
Now I gotta level up 
And get all of this bread till my neck, wrist,

got the supply
Don't demand too much of my time
And maybe I'll come by
My clients love to tell me all they could buy,
If they set aside the bread

it's whatever, and to you, it might look like I'm crazy
It might look like I got nothing to lose
Tied up in the noose in a matter of time
A cup of pills

Dressed in all black i'm kanye at met gala

Shitting on niggas i dont need a pamper
She got the white on her top no dandruff
Arabic letters on my AP my

but surely, piece by piece
She gon bend over so far that her Jordan's gon begin to crease
If she got them curves, I don't care bout no disease
I'm gon

champagne how we living is nice
If I ain't making music I'm my stacking my bread ain't trynna be fly

Gotta go get yea by any means
Only real niggas I keep in

you're fucking gay
J Cole rap like he got momma issues
When I'm going to the hole you going for the tissues
You soft and sweet like tiramisu
Catch him

use to move hand to hand
My old habits had me OT moving grams
My new habits got me grinding with major plans
Track after track I'm tryna shake the land

the day
So many issues niggas gotta deal with em by case to case
I would rather face an eighth
And let those feelings fade away
Fuck that
It's the looseleaf

the pope sleep in his hat too?
Where did that shirt go?
I've got too many things to do
Life is pointless without bread and jam
Ughh I wish it was my birthday

at goofy niggas
While they looking up at you
Getting bread like it's nothing
Cause this lifestyle meant for you
Doing show's, curving hoes
Nigga how that

Help the gang reach new levels and break em all off sum
And I stay wit my metal so Ill die by the gun
I got so much hatred in my heart for all of these

fish or salty cow
Pull up , Get in line
Wait your turn
Speak clearly and slowly
You'll be heard
What you got was stale
What the fuck
Have to go inside
Oh

Expectations of a Great
Plate got full
They wonder if a nigga ate
I'm the prime example
Of a youngin chasin greater
Save that bread
The only thang

10pm in kgl
So much heat up in the stu it turn to hell
Long as all my niggas by my side we never fail
Long as all my niggas got the bars we postin

pray god must to answer
All my enemies their eye they go shutdown
I came from the ghetto
Deep down all I want is the bread and the fame oh
My dream so

And I'm here
Reefers and vino
Rest cures, religion and pills
But I'm here
Been called a pinko
Commie tool
Got through it stinko
By my pool
I should've gone

down and take a hit
Pain persists
So I'm sniffing up a little bit
Spit the shit out quicker hear the snickers
As they figure out the picture
Got

There's a Goose on the loose move the kids to the roof
Battle cry from the nest with its eyes on you
Got babes to protect take a beak to the neck

It's only now I just clocked
What lemon pepper is
From early I was told
Don't be a pessimist
Specialist
Born and bread
To be a nemesis
My development

for the lawyers ten k just to get him off
Can be blinded by greatness when you see me know what you saw
I done let my guard down exposed to every flaw