Bread N Dough Lyrics

With every hit I make I shit on my own shit

I be looking back at myself, like that nigga skits

Preschool, it was like I never seen it before

Ever since I was a shorty, I was getting that dough

Stealing candy from the store and sold it all at school

Age 15 I dabble weed, make my own rules

Cops raided the pad, pops cuffed in his draws

First trip to jail, they hold me for probable cause

Age 17 got my first ride, expand enterprise

Hustling all around the metro, I start a franchise

East and west of the Mississippi, i had a safe house

Won't bring it to you if it's anything less than an ounce

Taking blunts to head on top of every hour

At 19 I grew my own hydroponic flower

Could never see myself as an everyday customer

I'm a player in this game, a street hustler

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep

The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat

Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave

Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave

Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib

Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live

From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down

Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound

Associates degree wasn't good for me, cop out

Before Kanye West drop college drop out

I worked the overtime shift like a night owl

The streets always kept in touch, we kinda tight now

Age 20, hope you packing, jacking spree season

I would snatch a cats package for no fucking reason

Bad for business, made so many enemies

Manage to keep my hands clean, avoid felonies

Get outa jail card, lawyer on speed dial

Don't even show up for court, I don't need trial

If I want to visit prison, I watch The Green Mile

I wanna feel like a boss, I light a black and mild

I'm taking trips out of town, I mean out the country

You be blowing money, I'm just washing laundry

This was just a chapter, a path I was on

You can't get no actor to play Jamal Rashon

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep

The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat

Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave

Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave

Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib

Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live

From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down

Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound

Yea I remember way back then when we was shorties

Posted up at the B-ball courts telling stories

Everybody got five on it, we sippin 40's

Mom and pops not at the crib, we having parties

From north to south side of Minneapolis we flex

To everyone ast side of Saint Paul in the projects

Blow diesel smoke out the window got the whole hood high

Car full of honeys every flavor and they mad fly

Cats shooting dice on the corner in the summer heat

My dogs in the studio fixin to get on the beat

Everyday of the week we grind, our hustle don't sleep

While looking for a diamond that shine with beauty skin deep

Whisper in her mind then she mine till the morning time

Then treat her like the rest of my fiends, hit me on my line

Sometimes I close my eyes to get a glimpse of the past

Holding onto memories, a snapshot will make it last

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep

The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat

Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave

Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave

Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib

Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live

From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down

Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound