Bread 4 The Mischief ft. Danny Web Lyrics

Bread for the mischief

Money grant wishes

Don't ever call my phone unless you talking business

Started losing focus acting bogus in a bull pin

I waved the red flag till the moment that i got hit

Always been alone

Got a few friends, only one of them gold

He know who he is

Always pushing me to go

Work a little harder and get to my goals

Man take a look at me

Balling like I'm Jordan but I'm fresh as febreeze

I take a girl home and I lay her on the sheets

For them tough ass stains, only using mr clean

And thats my normal way

When i met $krt it was stormy days

I used to be a fan, now he's my fucking man

We all started a band because we all had faith

We wouldn't deal with bullshit, said lets make music

Loved who we cooled with, the tunes were so lucid

I loved ever minute, It felt like Christmas

Cause everybody gifted

Bread for the mischief

Bullshit, said lets make music

Loved who we cooled with, the tunes were so lucid

I loved ever minute, It felt like Christmas

Cause everybody gifted

Bread for the mischief

Its on a plane, All minute

When it's stuck in ya mind

I fell awake

All day and I was double the grind

I got the trouble on my mind

And I been pushing the T and when I say T

I got the triple when I'm makin a beat

Got the Same old song and it's comin a by

It ain't day job shit I been up on the mic

Ain't no shows when I'm singin I'm makin this shit for free

But it ain't shit when you got bitches on bitches like Danny b

What the fuck you even on

It ain't this song

Cause I got homies in the room and they been singing along

I'm off a lil bit of shot

I'm faded a bit

If I try to shoot my shot

Then it'd be lame as a bitch

I ain't gon talk about it anymore I'm changing this shit

I got tequila and the henny poured I'm drainin a bitch

I got the favorites on the tv they playin up on a list

Take a bottle to the face it ain't no gravy in this

I ain't gon talk about it anymore I'm changing this shit

I got tequila and the henny poured I'm drainin a bitch

I got the favorites on the tv they playin up on a list

Take a bottle to the face it ain't no gravy in this

Mischief

Bullshit, said lets make music

Loved who we cooled with, the tunes were so lucid

I loved ever minute, It felt like Christmas

Cause everybody gifted

Bread for the mischief

Bullshit, said lets make music

Loved who we cooled with, the tunes were so lucid

I loved ever minute, It felt like Christmas

Cause everybody gifted

Bread for the mischief