Lyrics:
Yet within his group it's very couth at the least
Swell in tune with the movements of beasts
In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves
albums then I'm falling back
So then you never see your brosé slack
I made a pact with promoters that the show stay packed
Moving merchandise, y'all
probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin' album comes out
I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed
Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin' but war and bread
her from the back
If not Sarah Jane can come give me brain and put them red lips on my sack.
Aww I been killin; it caz I've been gettin' bread
Hard
subpoenaed
My baby mama mad my girl look like a genie
I've got racks like Venus, 20 stacks in'
Bread like panini, eat steaks and zucchini
With your broad
a gangsta, the album is scary
I'm Malcolm, I'll get down if necessary (necessary)
By any means - in which
you breathe in the mic is the reason you left with
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my
Come on, yeah anybody in the party that’s
Afraid of the dark
Shellshocked, waiting on Asia to start
Break down, break bread
Let it go to your head
If
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
how we representing
A-town homegrown we getting
Bread by the fucking pound it's always a grind
I know how to deal to get by
And if you ever doubt me
in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called
as long as it spreads
Ducks, they in the shallow water followin' bread, the fuck?
I'm 'cross the pond, jaywalkin' the Autobahn
I'm in the motherland
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Eldee the don
And I just wanna say thank you for buying the album
For supporting me through my
double CC
All up on my feet feet, pre pre the GG
Not saving no hoe no DC
All this drip can’t be stopped by Riri
With her umbrella,
I’m tryna tell her I
Like a toaster man I’m always burning bread
You been workin out for months just to get ate up by that lead
Thirty two ounces of syrup and I been
tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat
of a fraction
Stay bout the business like an admin
I need one track to go platinum
Catch me in the spot me and adem
I know niggas waiting on the album
Hating
to the beat move you feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see em hiding' so I go get em
Coach said "get em'; I told coach "got
up
Then i re-up
Drinking water
Pass me the juice
In album mode I turn to a recluse
Bein in the booth just gives me a boost
Waking up it's just another
don't ever ever need you around me
'Cause I heard ya project, it was pretty lousy
Ain’t nothing free, n*gga, send deposits
If you owe me bread, n*gga, run
that bread
I done seen family get caught by the feds
At this point in my life I'm just living to live, don't really wanna love anotha again
I told him I
Smoke something
Look
Fog lamps shining
Sliding through fallen clouds
Rap and make bags
In large amounts
Stashing bread
In off shore accounts
I'm
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