Inheritance Lyrics

Don't be calling me if it ain't bout no bread

I like my 20s face up you can see the spread

I like my gyally face down when she's in my bed

And I'll be all around your town cos the food is leng

I ain't feeling your vibe and I can't pretend

I cant be serving that guy he looks like the feds

If they ain't got evidence then its all alleged

I ain't got inheritance gotta make the bread

They ain't got no relevance they're just broke and stressed

Mixed two maggys with the wray now I'm feeling dead

Spilt juice on my shoes now my creps is red

Trixx does his own thing he don't follow the trend

I'm in West eating salmon with the sour bread

She wanna link so I said give me a hour then

Fader's my bro so I guess I'm in power then

And if its war then the matic's gonna shower them

Gotta be on point on the streets

If I ain't making bread then I'm cooking up a beat

They cant think for themselves cos they're mentally weak

And when it gets on tops they wanna talk bout beliefs

Whos that police? I think the feds did a sweep

All I wanna do is see my money increase

I remember the day that I stacked my first G

I thought I was the man but that weren't real Ps

Stepping out all white now I'm looking like the priest

I'm out all night its just me and my Gs

Don't be stepping with your ice cos my niggas hungry

If I ever let it rise then I'm pressing on release

Don't be calling me if it ain't bout no bread

I like my 20s face up you can see the spread

I like my gyally face down when she's in my bed

And I'll be all around your town cos the food is leng

I ain't feeling your vibe and I can't pretend

I cant be serving that guy he looks like the feds

If they ain't got evidence then its all alleged

I ain't got inheritance gotta make the bread