This a roaster, bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top
Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,
Moving houses for supposed whores
And of course, my car's off course
I start raiding these houses and blow in anger
Regardless to all them, i appease her
You got pets? me too: mine are dead
Im the best thing since sliced bread,
I won't to share my music like jesus broke bread
Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet
You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit
I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that
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