Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay
Me and my homieskick it like everyday
Cause i’m balling, bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
She probably had a reason though
U stole my money bread and dough
I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
While everybody got ammunition on deck
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
And i’m ballin' bitch
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