The Bread Show Lyrics

Seven figures on my head

Like I'm a crime boss

Fuck a deal

I'll make a million off these fucking songs

And string along

Everyone who done held on

These niggas bums

They won't even feed they dawg the crumbs

Man they ain't even on the same type of shit We on

Niggas moving like they got two X chromosomes

You bitch niggas

Only kings can control the throne

I guess we'll let the time expose the fake niggas thumbs

We playing chess with this shit

All you niggas pawns

Making moves with my Queen

She draped in Lou Vuitton

Yeah she be stepping on these bitches

Like some Louibuttions

Watch me bring it to the paint

Like some new LeBrons

I be running up the green

I feel like SaQuon

All these chapters through life

Man I can't even run

Several bruises many bumps

But I held strong

This that shit that make a nigga wanna stack his funds

Raise a ton

With his dons

That's his day ones

Politic with some niggas

That be in the slums

Reach out

Inspire niggas

Gotta keep they gun

We all tryna get a mill

No matter where we from

Stack the hundreds in the safe

Until yo pockets swole

Put them Cubans on ya wrist when you pockets grow

Put that Rolex on yo wrist

To let these niggas know

Put that Gold around your neck

To let to let yo bread show

Stack the hundreds in the safe

Until yo pockets swole

Put them Cubans on ya wrist when you pockets grow

Put that Rolex on yo wrist

To let these niggas know

Put that Gold around your neck

To let to let yo bread show

I don't wanna hear no bullshit

Not today

Put this pain in this weed

Until it fade away

Until I float away

I got a bunch mo to say

Like why you niggas throwing shade

Bitch throw grenades

I'm steady sharpening my blades

Ready for the fade

But any nigga trying to beef

Really in the way

Any rapper throwing shots

Really in the grave

Cause I can dead that with my catalog

Any day

Who kept going when they didn't want to press play

Who was blood sweat and tears

When I had to pray

If you think the answers you

Then you've been mistaked

Nevertheless

A nigga a still lead you to the lake

I know that love the only way

We can fix the hate

Feel like I'm here

Just to help a couple curses break

So if they kill me for what I say

Then let it marinate

Imma great

They gone treat it like a holiday

Stack the hundreds in the safe

Until yo pockets swole

Put them Cubans on ya wrist when you pockets grow

Put that Rolex on yo wrist

To let these niggas know

Put that Gold around your neck

To let to let yo bread show

Stack the hundreds in the safe

Until yo pockets swole

Put them Cubans on ya wrist when you pockets grow

Put that Rolex on yo wrist

To let these niggas know

Put that Gold around your neck

To let to let yo bread show