Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission
With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position
Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies
Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's
I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead
Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead
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