DAILY BREAD ft. Symmatree Lyrics

I've been aiming for the fame for like a decade

Tryna make the people move when my record's getting played

Catalog deeper than the ocean's depth

Still be getting heckled on stage saying, no respect

The coldest vet, under 35, surely live holier than thou

Making all your water turn to wine

My flow's divine, none of y'all's bars cold as mine

Steppin' off the tundra, rockin' Polo fur I'm gettin' mine

I'm what the people missin, I learn how to be consistent

Why you slapped your old Xbox and said you'd be the system

Simple mathematics, algebra, and long division

They recognize the rhythm's present while my songs are spinnin

I've been on a different path I been writing Robert Frost

BlackLight next to me Higher than the albatross

Any battles lost, chalk it up to bad luck

Future lookin' bright, no matter how the past sucked

And I still haven't slept, I got the world on my shoulders

I can't afford to shrug, lest it all tip over

I'll be on my grind while the rest of y'all stay in bed

No rest for the weary, no sleep, get this daily bread

And I still haven't eaten, cause I gotta stay hungry

In case these wack, motherfuckers tryna take something from me

I'll be on my grind while the rest of y'all say in bed

No rest for the weary, no sleep, get this daily bread

No competition whenever my Bic gets to flickin

I'm flame spittin' like good weed, my shit be hittin

The acquisition of riches is still a major mission

In pole position, I stay ahead of the opposition

Peep the composition, HeadBang, that's my fam

I had no pot to piss in, my shit just hit the fan

And now they noses I'm twitching, like Cobra's I be hissin

There's venom that I'm spittin, attack they nervous system

Still not shakin, shootin' arrows, only time a quiver

Crowns get takin' every time a lyrics get delivered

Growns start shakin I'm heavy, dawg, this check director

I kill em, y'all Who's better, man? I let you pick em

Any, many, comprende

Give em fingers to Kimbae

Kick this shit like I'm Sensei

Bout to blow like it's Pompeii

Bring it right where your ma say

Kind heart still I'm ornery

With that bullshit, ole

Bout to blow up, oh wait, hey, hey, hey

I see you haters gettin' flashy

You was in the lead, but I blew right past ya

Treat em like weed inhaled in Ash ya

Spittin' hot fire, Dylan to you bastards

And I still haven't slept, I got the world on my shoulders

I can't afford to shrug, lest it all tip over

I'll be on my grind while the rest of y'all stay in bed

No rest for the weary, no sleep, get this daily bread

And I still haven't eaten, cause I gotta stay hungry

In case these wack, motherfuckers tryna take something from me

I'll be on my grind while the rest of y'all say in bed

No rest for the weary, no sleep, get this daily bread

No sleep, get this daily bread what

No sleep, get this daily bread

No sleep, get this daily bread what

No sleep, get this daily bread

No sleep, get this daily bread what

No sleep, get this daily bread

No sleep, get this daily bread what

No sleep, get this daily bread