U stole my money bread and dough
Your last man was semi pro
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless
Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this
And i'll be rich if i get another diss
I run up in your spot getting invasive
Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer
And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between
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