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nigga had a baby with him
U really wasn’t shit till you met a nigga 
Ya mammy ain’t shit and ya daddy neitha 
Bum ass bitch how I loved you
I laughed when

love you just loved the dick

That's the shit these side hoes be doing
They just tryna make a lil bread then get gone
In reality they should be worried

on these riches.
(I just want the bag)

Verse 1
Im in a renty counting paper till my thumbs hurting
Going thru a car wash just because these bums lurking
I

as the fulcrum
But what would I actually know? I’m just some smelly old bum
Diggin through old crates feeding on bread crumbs
Just another mother’s broken son

and avoid the rain
Chemical cocktail running through your veins

VERSE 2
Doped up bedsit all your friends don’t give a shit
Frying pan bread & jam living

the matrix cause these bullets that i’m dodging
Lol she just sent a meme she tryna get in my pants 
We be making all this fucken bread that’s the fucken chant

bitches is boring
720S and im flooring
I told lil bro bring the whores in
Bitch im drinking purple potion
Bum ass nigga he dont got no motion
Pluto on this

the sunbeams
Still so white like sunscreen
Resting on my bum dreams
Stressing over nothing
Still my mouth is frothing
Can't control my coughing
Crying, boohoo,

two niggas blood
One brother slimed another out
How you get it in and bite
The hand slimed the nigga out
Got some bread still ain't get a bin
Stash it

you living like a bum
And your pockets on church girl
Cause you really ain't got none
Yeah you flipped a couple grams
Now you thinking you the plug?

Flash on em
Throw a whole bag on em 
Gelato 33 in the lil bluntski 
Smoke weed
No sleep 
Nevertheless I put the work in all week
Hella bread up in my

Rudd
Yes but you and me together baby
We're just like bread and butter

You're the blue eyed beauty
I'm the brown eyed bum
You're the pretty blonde baby

thru my bed
Want no pigeons in my bread
They might push me to the edge
Times be tight til money stretch
Damn I need a cigarette
Can I bum a cigarette 

Money in crazy sums
Counting hurting my thumbs
Getting bread you getting crumbs
Bitch where's my funds
You a bunch of fucking bums
Big bass I like

time to kick back gotta get the cheese
Hop on the beat ngizohlala ngishelel'
Boy-boy talkin is bums, way susa uzoy mel'
I'm making the sinkwa the bread

the getting is right, how bout you gain some insight
Got it seventy five percent off the regular price
Just trying to better this bum life turning bread into

No matter what they told me
I was there for you
Never left you hungry
I break bread for you
I'd climb the highest mountain
If you asked me to
There

throttle
The bum wanted a dollar I told him

Mula, Mula it's all in your thoughts
Your thoughts your thoughts mula Mula
It's all in your thoughts
Your

back and pull that thing on them
Mm,
Vrmé on my back
Scotch & Soda hold my sack
Oliver People's give me some shade
You ever ate stale bread with a pb & j

froze
Flipping digits in my section
I can't switch up on my brethren
I get mixed up get my bread in
Aye Aye
Hold up let me touch a band
And I'll promise

They label me the coach
I was raised in the slums
It turned me to a bum
Finally gettin' bread
Came from savin' up my crumbs
Smokin' all this gas
That

the bum ratings 
Blowing bread you crumb saving 
I remember I ain't have it (uh) 
Now it's money under mattress (uh) 
Niggas cut from a different fabric

kuhmos wet
Left em in diaper, Peter's piper
Had to sumo that
New Japan, red dot on his flag
50 in the mag
100 in the drum, go bum dum dum
We don't ever lac

racecar
Glock ending clickin' like it's a spacebar
Take me a bitch nigga off the radar
Wait, lemme count my bread real quick
(Hahaha!)
I'm in his hood,