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got bread but still want my payments
Or we gone walk'em down
Might be in your city, it's okay, them killers outta town
Banging them drums
All of my

a sentence
Without any sense
Proof of a truth
Of no consequence
A wiry half-hoper
Runs out of bread
He runs a slow traffic
It’s one way to get himself fed

But she a bum
She look back it
She want the dick like a crack addict
When I hit it from the back she look Back at it
I ain't fucking on these hoes they

me
Cause they see I'm countin up this bread
Shit so crazy
They start hating when you get ahead
You can talk to my gun
Cause we got the same name
He

getting big slices on that pie
I'm getting big pieces of that bread
See you on Twitter you writing a thread
I can call you 'he' what he gon' do
I play with

come to play
I get joy proving bum niggas wrong
Hit the block with the work, gotdammit it's on
Hard work beats talent, when talent doesn't work hard
Hard

spend
Yeah he A bum He can't hit it again
I want the real I don't wanna pretend
I pay the bills and I'll do it again
Buy you the gucci buy u the fendi
Buy

Trying to hold it all down
Can't be turning around
Destined for the life of a bum, but now hold on, look what I found
Destiny can go fuck itself 'cause I

the bread yes i want it long like a baguette
Yes i'm son-ing little bums think i need to buy a bassinet
I want Gucci Louie Prada and more
Dolce&Gabbana Fendi

Every bully gonna take a hit
Gonna clip the counterfeit
We find all the fake
Lets say grace

Basket bread
Buddha who
Do da doo
Fruit of the Loom
Doomsday

me the tums
Now I'm on your ass you rappers is bums, yeah
Paradox and Leyenda
They pass me the shits
My homies with heaters
They gassing my hits
I'll

my hoe)
She gon tell me I'm the one she want, but can't explain it
I got my bread up and now they want me
They was hating
They was contemplating how I

on the drums
I got the bread truck, stop fuckn with them crumbs
1, 2, 3 I count 5, 6 bums
You say you getting money, whole time you getting none
Bri Bundy

my family but you know I got to get this dough
I'm making moves doing tricks yeah I'm flexible
Getting bread with this cake oh it's a full loaf
Let's

good for each breakfast
Spend half on a crib and the rest on a necklace
Pull up everywhere with a gun and my best fit
Be so rich I get bread while I'm

been had the juice like capri-suns
My nigga play with tan lines like a beach bum
All my life they said I wouldn't be nothing
Now I need fifteen hundred

to explain
Cause the flame got me numb
Try to play me mothafucka
Man you must just be dumb
Breaking bread from a crumb
Even when I was a bum
Hung around

shit look like a ton
The opps dirty they be dressing like bums
Bout my bread you can't finesse for a crumb
In the morning I get dressed with the drum
My

fun anymore
Too many clones even I'm getting bored
They spend they bread on Dope and Dior
Amiri, Birkin Bags, but don't own a whip
Face tatted cause

pause
Stop the beat
When i make this wave you gone feel the heat
Make a bum bitch scream, they met defeat
I made a bitch go ghost, they wear a sheet
Like

head now he looking like krillin
Damn that shit crazy bra I'm really calling you a bum ass nigga but that's besides the point
I shot at ya mans he won't

don’t know me, uh
You don’t know me, uh
You don’t know me, uh
You don’t know me
___
I got a bum leg, so I walk n put my gimp in
Never be a Jordan, so I’m

poker with the devil
You can feel the rush
Stash the bread an flip the crust
Cause even when i'm out of touch
I'm still dumping change to a bum in front

I been chillin
Like a villain
Man i don't give a fuck
If i talking about the past
Guess i'm really fucking stuck
I got bread I got broads
I'm really