(Hook)
We living to stack bread
Everybody hungry for dough and they not fed
Crackheads standing on corners thats mad red
From the lead sprayed from AK's that pop feds
Lust leave you mangled in the dust
Strangled in the clutch while you handling the dutch
Crush dreams of those who ain't got them
Rob 'em of things they ain't got at the bottom
And the top stay rich
And the shots stay crisp
While they pop criss cause they hot sh**
And the topic be raw s** and block sh**
Guns d** and women and thugs with the ice
sh** is foul im watching em like an owl in the night
In the day time I say rhymes create lines
Heard it through grapvines that s**as could take mine
f** that don't take sh**s I dump tracks
For the rugrats the fiends all of the dumb blacks
Pump facts to your bloodstream
It's all grimey till I get on the mic and its dumb clean
From the projects to the hot steppe
Everybody in line and knowing they not next
Everybody could shine and everybody could rhyme
And everybody could find that really we all blind cause
(Hook)
We living to stack bread
Everybody hungry for dough and they not fed
Crackheads standing on corners thats mad red
From the lead sprayed from AK's that pop feds
Stack bread the mantra for mad heads
Wrong like your mama done raised you a half bred
Yo the beast be having you ate up, straight up
Ashes to ashes to fake dust
What the dilly
Traded self respect for checks and a milli
A million here a million there
A millionaire but really you scared of whoever glare
At the necklace, n***as got you down on the checklist
Yes its, black on black in black nexus
Cocaine veins and head game in Lexus
Rap game lames wanna claim who the best is
I don't understand cause I overstand
Roam lands with mans that comprehend plans
Never got close I regret most
But toast whenever I get to talk to your ghost
Betting in cells Heaven and Hell
Be the same things we all live it we all fell
And we all rise after opening all eyes
As crooks quote from books that took like all lives
(Hook)
We living to stack bread
Everybody hungry for dough and they not fed
Crackheads standing on corners thats mad red
From the lead sprayed from AK's that pop feds
More lies that was, organized
For the small fries to grow transmorgrified
But ain't nobody weep for a leper
Following the steps like a sheep to a Shepard
It's all good
Not really it's all silly it's all hood
All wood it's all p**y it's all rap
All stacks all whips and chicks its all that
Empty, streets but creeps there is plenty
Envy grow thick and stick to the rent he
Rob corner bodegas for guap for the dinner
Baby mama grow thinner the kids be the winner
Sinner, more slugs for the trigger
More cash for funeral home grave diggers
Go figure the picture is not bigger
They white brown and yellow my people is all n***as
Real life hit me like a steel pipe
To the head now he see red whenever he write and
Keep the bugs out of reach and mugs and
Peace and love like, beats and d**