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[Verse 1: K Trap]
It gets hard when you're out by yourself when the grass is high
And you don't even see you all the snakes that's passing by
Always
to hold her like coasters do Colas
And then when his satellite cobra striking and her disses paying good bread
She young, 18, never listened to what her
We were just getting by living out our days
Never had too much money but we always had food to eat
Momma done raised me right
She taught me
your pain
Once you feel His love you'll never be the same
Come unto Christ
Come unto Him
And by His grace be made holy again
He's calling your name,
lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)
Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem)
Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem)
Lies on my name,
ones, yeah)
To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite
She gon' pick my guap off the stages
Balenciaga on my jeans
You hating on me, fine by me
Mino
Love to you
I don't want you to bake my bread
I don't want you to make my bed, no
I don't want you 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just wanna make love
my clothes
I don't want you to keep my home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you
Well I can see by the way that you switch
Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble And weary of traveling, he had sat down to rest
By the foot of yon mountain by a clear, crystal fountain
others' strength that's gonna keep us going
Be it words of encouragement or a shoulder to cry on
Break our asses on stage then break bread with each other
where my head is
I might have fame, but I'm still low on credit
Management loved the money, someone tell me where my bread is
I come across a lot of rich
back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
I'm known global, blooded out pimp by
on
Callin' God and He ain't by the phone
Ain't no sunshine, my hitter gone
Ain't no sunshine, my hitter gone
And they always gone too long
Niggas don't love
respect for the dinners
Stepped all on that grub no kisses or hugs
Drive by's that's us hanging out the window
Passenger side I'm scrubs
Passenger side, man
the war and didn't
Have to walk on all fours
The hog even though I'm a dog with gold paws
Look, Ceasar bread
But I won't die by the hands of friends
I'm
get some
And when it does then I’ll do what I can
To offer it a place in the space at the end
Lead water war and a portion of bread
And a pocket full
a little drug runner
As the years go by we're getting older she's getting buffer
But shit at home for her seems to only get rougher and
One day she told
the master of the inside job
Any time there was a tragedy their
Face was in the picture
When the Rothschild family was
Breaking bread with Hitler
And all they
superintendent
I'm not signed to a label
I sell music independent
And I'm still try'na stack and
Break bread with my Kindred
The enemy attempted to seek
And murder
twerkin'
I want a real ho with no surgery
With this rap shit, I'm comin' like Kyrie Irving
Bread Gang 6L, that's what I am, nigga, Fatt Fox serve
Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in Earth, As it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread
to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began
The chopper be right by my side, you know it's gon' blow (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
I'm stickin' to my motherfuckin' gang, we cannot go (woo)
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