Burn Bread

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[Hook] I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna close yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't have they turf back (No!) I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna closе yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't havе they turf back (No!) [Verse 1] Lame ass niggas wanna tread my heel Y'all can't keep up, sucker you all lames Ring-ring try to catch me, [?] plus sin with your bitch and two-hundred on the dash I'm ballin' like I got Barry Allen in the back Nigga you could say my checks steady runnin' in a flash Can't go to war on a fast-food check Nigga better put a few more commas on your cash I've been tryna be a family man and do right by the people in front of me But honestly niggas so fake and this shit is beyond a G I'm valedictorian, head of the class, you under me I'm in a DeLorean, you're in the past, economies will crash When they bet against us, my swag drip full of pimp dust I put faith in the Lord up above these days and a nigga or a bitch who I can't trust (Nope) Murder niggas like a young Kim Jong You don't wanna get hung by the Lynch Hung or a John Gotti Young shotty on the verge of an empire income Burning castle-walls down, ain't nobody come hotter (Bow) I know niggas who got took from they family that stayed up against them, still never turned fed (Dang) It's a blessed day to be a free man, in a free world, carefree, damn right I burn bread [Hook] I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna close yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't have they turf back (No!) I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna close yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't have they turf back (No!) [Verse 2] Whatcha-Whatcha-Whatcha gon' do when this life get real? Let's get it on (Huh?) You burn bridges with all the real niggas in your life, you alone in the cold gettin' shitted on (Huh?) Before I sit with some fake ass niggas I don't like for a like, motherfucka I'mma sit alone (Okay) And if I did want company I could take your main thing, get a hoe a hard dick to nibble on I burn rubber when I'm in a zone Burn money but I'm still cautious of what I spend it on (Yah) Same hoes said you wouldn't be shit, on your dick with your balls saying "Can we all get along?" (Yup) They all twisted and two-faced I'm too focused to break, hoe I'm still on a loot chase I go platinum in two takes And y'all peasants ain't fit to tie a real nigga shoelace (Hell naw) If I'm in a mess, gun and a vest But I'd rather be partying with a hoe, finna run up a check I bring sexual charm to every woman I met Your bitch is probably something you wanna protect (Okay) I get paid from extortion, bitch go and get my money I'mma be the man that come and collect You don't wanna see the scorpion I'mma make a bitch get over here when she see how I burn up a check [Hook] I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna close yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't have they turf back (No!) I burn bread, self-made nigga, I earn bread Then it got real in the game, I never did switch up I don't turn fed Loyalty, nigga I learned that Stripes in the game, I earn that I'm finna close yo shop, these lame ass niggas can't have they turf back (No!)
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Credits
- Writers
- Anthony Revelt Wells
- Jason Bryant