See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip
Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip
That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Take home for dinner with soup and bread
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Now i’m up in this bitch
Now you speaking my language
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread
Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed
We are being wiped off the face of this earth
City bread just like the rangers
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet
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