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Yeah
Ayo P.A
It's the first I'm recording while stoned my nigga
Eh eh
Everyday I wake up in the morning try and chase the bread
It was a drought

Hol' on nigga better watch yo mouth
Hol' on nigga what you talking about
Hol on nigga this what mama said
Mama said you better be bout your bread

or straight, bet you still be dead
It's a new day, let yo mind be fed
Even Jesus sat with the Pharisees and still broke bread

Put yo put yo put yo fist up
Get

Ride with my Day Ones
I only ride with my Day Ones
Streets No Violence
We come in peace just listen
Out here trynna break bread (Real Ones)
Get

Don't care bout no red light
Cause I can't be stopped
Aye bro what's your bread like?
Cause I got a lot
I told her give me some head but that don't

Riding around with that heater
Got a glock in the two seater
Fuck that bitch cause I don’t need her
Get my bread up for my people
Let that gun off

pockets
I can’t show fake love man you niggas really gotta stop it
I told my brothers if you need somethin’ I got it
We forever we breakin’ bread it ain’t

Born Spitter 
Bread winner 
Hometown hero 
Niggas mad cause this is my era 

Six years old started to spit 
Give me a year I'll show you I ain't

hold in
Your shoes
Uh
Wave 'em back
And brush 'em off yeah
Stack ya bread
And let them talk yeah
You gon get yours when you should
Until then, you know

it
For a real one
Take none for ransom
Hustle for bread taking chances
This life we got wasn’t handed
Hustle for bread
For bread
Life we got wasn’t

ain’t right then what is it
The Only thing short is a
If we missing some bread it’s a pigeon
Late on the check I want interest
Starting some shit I’ll

horse
(Skrt)
They keep asking me about my bread, bitch, I keep making it, of course
(Yeah)
My new whip is a push to start, every time I leave it I use

bread like this shit is a robbery
UH
I been on go ain’t stopping me
And I been on top of my business
I’m popping my shit and know god is my witness

the tag
Pussy boy don't know what hit him
Flexing the bread on the gram
Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time
Let's shoot

a fuck about what a hater said
She's a good bitch, but a savage in the bed
Always been player, always been about my bread
Rollin with my cuete, got to aim

the cold weather
Spending my bread like a go-getter
(Spending my bread like a go-getter)
Little bit thick
Nah, she ain't six
But she got the blues like "Mo'

bread on the table it's real facts
Tryna put my money together it's no cap
Hustling forever just so I can live life I'm just tryna be somebody
Baby if you

that tables turn and shit get tragic
But yes, I learned one thing, you live and learn to keep yo' balance
Get yo' bread up
Niggas wanna see me lose, shit

When you get more bread, uh
You just learn to say less
Blang on the wrist, need to get more bread
Don't need that shit, I'll invest while you save

a different plan
Cuz lately my Johnson looking like a Lake Michigan
Yuh shower concerts yeah they treat me right
(Treat me right)
Ginger bread man, feed me

should work in dunder Mifflin 'cuz I love paper
Shout out Kevin Gates I'm a bread winner
I just wanna get that dough
Fuck a hoe
Pull up in a 2 door
Riding

mmm with invisaligns on
I'm a sinner in the flesh uh
And I live with no regrets yeah
Long bread like baguettes uh
Sit that kitty on my lips like a face

I wanna stack, I want the bread 
She gave me top, I'm off the head 
Off of the dome, she counting racks
Stuffing my bed, she running in back 
Shit we

the bread
Complex roof
That's the ledge
Gust of wind
Hit my chest
Please don't fall down here
I'll catch you on the way
Please don't starve out here
I'll feed