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Bread Winner

Album: Bread Winner Durasi: 2:16

Hey Jamie, what we on?

Alright

He not

Alright

I don't really know

I don't really know

I don't really know, Mike

This one of us gon' lose our life

I'ma say that name in vain

It's gon' be double L in front of your name

Forever tossin' for the game

Alright, come on

Alright, super slimy

If I sell my soul, I'ma just gonna take it back

Hit Vicky up with Switchy

Still alive, but just not shakin' back

Do five hundred thousand, but I'm not trickin'

'Cause I'ma gonna make it back

We do this shit for fun, he try to run

Say I'ma break his back

Put them killers on his ass

They won't stop until he face the flag

Give a homeless man ten thousand racks

Before I pay for a cat

Be up in the crib playin' my game

But I'm out chasin' hats

I promise he gon' die before I die

Who wanna play the bag?

I'm just a fuckin' rapper who get active

Bro, just face the facts

I had the low on woo and fucked it up

Got mad at flight

I got a meeting for them eons

Fuck out my face, I gotta fight the cats

I love to fight and bought a gun

Ain't nobody tried to fight me yet

Say you wanna die, reach for my chain

And watch your life reset

He talkin' like he crazy

Like his bitch ass ain't from Jollibee

They ain't come through shit for life

I'm forever thankin' God

'Cause I ain't tryna be what life be at

This for every dead member

Jump out, let that lead hit him

He got hair tied with a 29

That's why his head bigger

We got dead house up northwest to east

Turn on that dead nigga

Big jello on my ass, make me move right

'Cause I'm the breadwinner

Keep move on, put some shells in him

Two phones, throwin' gel with him

Broke bounce out, I'ma bail with him

Think straight if I took L's with him

We throw bullets, they go catch the opps

Like that Odell nigga

I really play with pipes, I'm Von the Builder

The way I nail nigga

They two cars back to trail nigga

He 12, I tried to tell nigga

I got so close that when he fell

My dumb ass almost fell with him

I looked at Z-Dot like a brother

'Cause I sat in that cell with him

Bunch of fat ass at my name

That shit ain't go well, did it?

What's that car right there with barely ten?

It look like 12 in it

I slapped a hundred in my Glock

I'm tryna shoot for 12, man

They did him super bad

It look like he got hit with 12 switches

This for every dead member

Jump out, let that lead hit him

He got hair tied with a 29

That's why his head bigger

We got dead house up northwest to east

Turn on that dead nigga

Big jello on my ass, make me move right

'Cause I'm the breadwinner