I'm About My Bread ft. Trigger Tha Gambler Lyrics

Yeah, I mean this is what real niggas do, you know what I'm saying, real recognize, real

The weak get weeded out, that's how the game go

Solo album, I was dolo, no features all me, just venting about the street and that's real

Then I put Trig and Khryst on it cause niggas was hype on them and boom, all three of us had deals, I was profile

They were no doubt def jam, and were they jams deaf? Doubt no

For you backward ass cats, the label, opt to keep them in the stable, but hey, they was out the door

Now back in 94, I was talking that my everyday lifestyle, ain't nothing but a hustle shit, remember

Fast forward to the present, niggas doing my past, on some old smoothe da hustler shit

And since the label I signed with, fineprint, was in my favor, I took it upon myself to get ghost

I appreciate the help you gave me, but hell, you ain't made me, that's why your boy stay on his tiptoes

Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed, that train he jumped off, he was forced

Cause I'm about my bread. Fuck getting help, he played what was dealt

Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt. Cause I'm about my bread

Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block. He hated going pop, he was hot

Cause I'm about my bread. It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave

Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop. Cause I'm about my bread

And yo, being that the game ain't the same, I hesitated. Designate spots, kept it snowing in the heat

Not a cloud in sight, I make it rain while I rain on parades

A line of nines blowing in the street, they call me Hustler

A lot of impostors on the roster, so you can call me Shotgun Slim

Nah Ice ain't my manager, he more like fam and ugh

If I need something, I hotline him

Hands in everything, my homie went left like a wedding ring

Guess that was the right thing to do, dumb business move

Smart on a personal note, get hurt, I don't fuck with shysty dudes

I press and move my own CD, from my phone CB

Next tell a nigga where the ship shop

And being that it's me, I get the love as a true MC

Now the objective is get guap, get, get get guap

Distribution got lost, his connection got crossed

That train he jumped off, he was forced

Cause I'm about my bread

Fuck getting help, he played what was dealt

Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt

Cause I'm about my bread

Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block

He hated going pop, he was hot

Cause I'm about my bread

It was too much greed, made a Hustler wanna leave

Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop

Cause I'm about my bread

Ain't near rapper out moving keys in Brooklyn

Outside the borough, that's conflict

We had a rep for getting dumb

A nigga act stupid, I'm quick to step to the nonsense

But since none of y'all ain't want none, it's been calm since

Cats stop and ask what's popping

I tell them shots

I'm from a place where the cops get popped

Gat cocked when you passing watch it

Now watch this

Homegirl do anything for me

Told me she a rider for life

I wanted to test that

So I passed the chicken head, head crack

And told her she could ride tonight

Look miss, I don't chase chicks, I chase chips

She got her poker face on trying to get my cash

She want me to ante up before I take a hit

So I kissed her on the cheek, told her to kiss my ass

I'm bout my bread

Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed

That train he jumped off, he was forced

Cause I'm about my bread

Fuck getting help, he played what was dealt

Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt

Cause I'm about my bread

Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block

He hated going pop, he was hot

Cause I'm about my bread

It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave

Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop

Cause I'm about my bread

Self explanatory

Smoothe Da Hustler

08

SMG

Sex money and guns

End of story

I'm about my bread

Yeah

I'm about my bread

I'm about my bread