That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed
I’ve never seen my neighbors
City bread just like the rangers
- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
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