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Barcodes, barcodes in my head, makin' me feel like I'm made of bread, I get the dough and
I cash out, checkin' the receipts that we hand out, Gucci

will make their children sing

An Indian summer like no other kind
Baked their breads
Baked their beds, their lives
When will you see the one
Whose

dead 
Brum I had to run it red
You never heard what I said
Have to put this shit to bed
Kenneth Simms , all I do is bake bread


I had to take off wit

intentions
Stay in the kitchen, cooking up, cut your own bread
Heart full of equity, you're an asset
Make sure that you don't need no mentions
Yeah, these are

How you smoking on niggas when your niggas dead
Little nigga go run up some breads
Your bitch is wack,  that shawty a leg
Big dog niggas know how I

You Plus I equals 69
Grab your fork & knives, it's dinner time
Glass of milk with corn bread on the side
I'm drunk on your love, I need you to drive

no, I'm not from Louisiana)
Sippin' on Faygo, sippin' on Fanta (sippin' on Faygo, sippin' on Fanta)
I been had hoes, I just gotta get my bread up (get

Four pockets full like I signed to Lil Baby
A whole lot of guap in my jeans (I'm paid!)
Whole lot of bread, you know how big my plate is
Ain't no nigga

lil niggas, I'll take your bitch instead
Niggas out here, they tryna take my bread
And I don't give a fuck, got your bitch with one more night
Giving me

here
If u pray and you wish me well
I'b steady on the road on the road 
Looking for daily bread daily bread oh 

It's all love from here
If u pray

smarter
Now you got a plate
In your chest no armour
Physically came around like karma

They don't know bout 
The Grime man ting
Cut that dough 
When bread

that about me

Your hands in mine
I want this past tonight
Flash forward
To weekend mornings

I miss those bread and butterflies, butterflies

no game
For I, it's no game
It's a way of life
For I, it's no game
For I, it's no game
For I, it's no game
It's my Bread of Life

It's not a means

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If it ain't bout bread, bitch get lost
Think

but I been told
Can't let no opp near me
Got to stay ten toes
I keep the pole
In the CLA and we go (Scat)
Not bout the bread then I go ghost
I told lil

this bread
Secluded in the hills, you bankin' on my chips
She tryna live in mansions but there's two rooms in this crib
Too far off the edge, we don't do

tryna tame me 
Am all about my bread 
Load up my chopper I gat 
50 rounds in my tec
   
This shit ain't easy it take blood 
Tears and sweat
Fill up my

this locked-in race skrrr bait face I just buss this case
No evidence I can't leave no trace
this bud made me relocate 
Break bread I don't need no plate

Man I know you see the smile yeah
Baby but i'm dead
I been at the bakery
The way i'm serving out the bread
You could never be as great as me
I'm

the bed 
Hop in the bed 
Making this bread 
Cooking this bread  
Cheffing this bread 
Eating this bread 
I wanna lot 
Don’t wanna stop 
Keepin' it hot

I might need it
These niggas play so greasy
Birds-eye view, I seen it
Booked room at Four Seasons
Only time I take baggage
Gettin' this bread, what's

I got to clear my mind, I got to clear my head
And getting money what we used to, we sacrificing for the bread
I got to clear my mind, I got to clear

tried to short me off that bread like I ain't notice
I had them Niggas come out that water like they boaters
I got Cartis on my wrist carrots on my fist

Ra-debail Ra-debail
How we do
Norfolk va beach
Seven cities stand up
What up killah my homie
Getting that bread
Got that bread
Money aye
I got that