I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread
After he just got out, 15 years to count
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
That whatever it creates it will land in the head
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
So im like fuck it, im out get on your head
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch
I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
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