Stale Bread Lyrics

My bread is stale, that's how I stack my mail

Your bread move, you gotta pay your dues

Child support but you tryna go to the stu

Imagine being behind on rent tryna diss a fool

My bread is stale, that's how I stack my mail

Your bread move, you gotta pay your dues

Child support but you tryna go to the stu

Imagine being behind on rent tryna diss a fool

They wanna duel, you ain't got the tools I said this shit on pocket rocket y'all gon catch the blues I won't lose to you, your ass won't have a

clue

What I took, what I have, it's gon' be news to you

Making fake pages ain't tryna get paid

Pulled up to the crib but ain't tryna get slayed

Worry about me, I ain't up in a cage This what I built up, foundation is laid

You ain't doing no shows, your sprinter get sprayed

Ain't talking bout guns, we kill em with raid

You niggas ain't we up, you left and I stayed

Quarantined on this phone, got disses for days

Cant hide from the lion when the predator preys

I ain't got no designer, I'm stepping in Js

If it gets sticky work boots and some shades

She said it's sticky, and hot on her face

Keep doing them nails, better stay out the way

Bout me and them niggas with dreads and braids

Winning shit over, we make em turn fake

My bread's stale, that's how I stack my mail Your bread move, you gotta pay your dues

Child support but you tryna go to the stool

Imagine being behind on rent, tryna diss a fool