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make you pray
Make you win, make you be bread winner
Make you pray make you pray
Make you win, make you be bread winner

Everybody know am not alone, am

breaking no bread
In the dark
My shadow disappeared
Stuck in isolation
No light up ahead
Only had myself
Uh Yeah

You better be careful
Uh Yeah
Don't be

I know these niggas want me dead
Rather see me in the feds on a hospital bed I can't go like that
Hating cause I'm getting bread rather see me broke

You goin to bed I just woke up cause I been on my grind with this shit
And I'm in my head Thinkin' bout bread, plotting on ways to get rich
Yeah,

Ayy, all this bread I been stackin'
Man, I'm tryin' to touch an M

When I got straight to the bag,
That's when I said Fuck friends

All these niggas

Dey sleep in peace for my bed oh
I no go hide because of my debt oh
I no go bake and give them my bread oh

Oluwa pour water for my head oh
I wan Dey

sheets
At the top I'm trying to be
Myself is who I'm trying to beat
Change my condition til families paid
Start my ignition the bread getting chased
Like

the floor
Your bitch put that head on me, in her head just like a bow
This bitch took my phone from me, she don't even know the code
Bitch I keep that bread

the glory
Hunger in my pen
Shots taken
No pump fakin
To the pavement gotta hit
Its the bread and the name that I'm chasin
I'm committed lets finish
I threw

bread, I'm catching dome
Oh, the money bread, the money told
Drive my whip, and bitch I swerved
(Oh, yeah)
(Oh my god, be for real)
(Oh my god, be for

not really you
Drinking off the pub, that's really you
See me as dead, came for the bread
Leaving me a read, but that's really you
Afraid of height

on stage

Bout to get stuffed with this bread that I make
Life's tough, but I gotta get paid
Been getting no luck but that's bout to get change
Just like my

Stackin' that bread all the way to the ceilin'
Young nigga sittin' on top like a villain
Business on business on business on business
Young savage nigga you

fill me up
(We need the outpouring of the spirit, sweet spirit of God)
Holy Spirit Holy Spirit fill me up
Till I'm bursting with the bread of heaven,

Stack up the bread like Madonnas
I'm planning to get off the block 
This new kid is calling the shots 
I work hard for whatever I got 
Blowing down

Woke up to that bread
I fell asleep countnem racks
Push up GTR
Lean back the seats and relax
I know my dreams so close
They don't belive in the facts

Glocksidekilla
Ima put my dick right in her
Girls come back for more
Shooting down these chickenheads that only want me for my bread
While I got this

chickens count my bread
But which one is giving me head
Like damn
If you want to be on our side
Better not better not waste our time
Like damn
If ya'll don't

bitch you can't hurt my feelings (Can't hurt)
This bitch stay crushing on a nigga (Woo)
Need to get her bread up
Fuck these other niggas they ain't lit,

with some red yeah
I fuck with both cause we all about our bread yeah

I know some trappers boy they all about they bread
I'm in the studio I'm cooking

Grown Man
Get your money right ok ok now
Grown Man
Stack that cheddar, get your bread up
Grown Man
Get this money keep your head up
Now Go Man
Now Go
Now

hope for
For that daily bread
For that daily bread
Eh
E no easy
E no easy rara
E no easy eh
E no easy rara
Sometimes it fuck with my mind
Everyday

my bread together
Branched out for better
Man that's how you go and build a
Big team
Big trees
Big shade
Cool breeze
You see what I plan to leave

bread ahh Leave that bitch on read
Imma focus on my bread ahh
Can't believe I had in you in my bed
She said she found another Now she really got me dead