Lyrics with Spit

I gotta belive, I gotta receive, every breath that I breath is all for money, got no scrilla or honey, then you a manilla so plain, like a folda where no content contains, usually paper are there,Like papers in your wallet you got none, I call immagration ey wait homie please don't run/ I was just playin/ Let do this work today, hustle in the heart of the heat, its the perfect way/ Pockets right side in, plenty of alize to make me spin, and so many future days to keep money makin/ Shakin and breakin da game it's all for the taken, creating and facing these same daily occupations/ What you know bout this, nothing mayne, you curious, then get in line I'm teachin this, but only on the weekend if, I get some time to sit, cuz I've been full time grinding since 2nd month 1st day of 2010/

No matter how much I try, to spread my wings and fly, some way I fall and dive, in the water for some buried treasue but when I look inside I see reflection of my bezle, Geniva series 5/ and white pearls, I gather em together, and when I reach the surface give em to my girl/

Stakin' Bread

---

Side Ways bustin to the next light, I don't wanna get in fist fights/ Cuz when I hit, nigga in the lip they teeth my cut hand, and I got more beef/ Just put it in the freezer, I'ma reciever of that wholesale get it delivered, by da box or bail/ Everyday I chase for my mail/ Hopin that check be enclosed and sealed/ What I gotta give to take more, if that be the case then let them gifts show/ I'ma volunteer, donator, cuz I get doe, and enough to split fo, for the whole opening show, and take some fans out too/ As walk in new shoes, I break many laws and rules/ Pay states consequence fees, it's all I do/ Oh wait not really, my doe goes to brew, and some of that cush/ I been smokin more then George W Bush Jr/ ha ha ha ha ha ha and more coke then that nigga, yea, fukin breadz winna uhhhhh

Breadz Winna