Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Forever you my bottom bitch
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill
It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill
Two whips, six tattoos, no kids
Chill son, five more minutes
I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met
Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread
The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
Lady at the frank stand will
They tell me i need to chill
Tryna get this money, so i can chill
I'm gon remember her, but still
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