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I knew somethin` was up when they took me to Livingston jail My bond was three-hundred thousand Trick was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me? `Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I break a brick down then I catch a cell I come in town then I get the mail Runnin` that fast pace always put me in last place I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna fuck with the campaign I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane I just took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I`m goin` too fast, wey Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race Say I`m fuckin` on a deep throat, I don`t remember her last name Say I stayed down, and I preyed on `em and that when the cash came Givin` a check to the gas man, pourin` a pint in the gas tank Runnin`, I might pull a hamstrang I know they probably won`t blame Gates, already underwent hard strain Cover your hand at the card game
`Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissin` I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different Poor now, deal wit` her ass different, pretendin` she don`t miss the last nickel Pullin` it out from the bag, hittin` it, temperature feelin` like Carol City Energy wrong, you on your own, I`m `bout to go in like four minutes I get so sick of my phone clickin`, gotta deliver a whole chicken My life`s a movie I`m on glisten, visible set, they all hit Crackers smile all around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver I`m reminiscent of those feelins I am not runnin` from no nigga I am not fuckin` with gold diggers I got you covered, I`m on business Summer, it`s snowin` the whole visit Strawberry haze, don`t whisper Meanin` it`s loud, I`m outta town, not on the ground, I`m in the cloud
`Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
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