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daily bread & sts - do what you want lyrics

[intro]
back to work in gucci shirts rolling up the sleeves
what up daily bread, they said let this b-tch breathe
i look at the motherf-cker like b-tch please

[verse 1]
still eating rappers alive boy you know how i feed
still beat the beat up like the seed of apollo creed
still only ralph and ricky picky with my dungarees
still 6’4 chevies like still d.r.e.’s
son of b’s overseas getting to the cheese
suck a d-ck pr-cks don’t want to see us succeed
duck weave haters tuck weed in vegas
roll up on a trick and i stick it like pro skaters
i don’t make a salary companies pro ratas
we ain’t got no time to recline on a hiatus
so uh, hi haters let’s get right back business
k!ll clicks and crews for blues it’s no witness
it’s the lifestyle we choose the girls miss us
but never miss a meal so chill and rock with us
i’m the one that that stole the show like shop lifters
five finger discount flow like lock pickers
i be getting straight to the paper like rock scissors
god give us the strength to leave it in the bank
no limit on the credit uhhh i should buy a tank
bout to f-ck the game like a n-gga fresh up out the clank
i hit the town like a fresh coat of red paint
in my dior jacket, i’m in brand new tax bracket
i’m jumping out the h-ll cat like a jack rabbit
i told the dealer it’d be iller if you matte black it
perellis hanging on the rims had to shack attack it
it’s pimpin slim from uptown use to cadillac it
doncarlos don juan like i’m bishop magic
drop better on a sunday, monday back at it

[verse 2]
before i get into the second verse by the way
mary j cooking like its bobby flay
m.cohen design lay on the cartier
or the vintage rolex i got some time to flex
it’s that women, weed and what to wear fall winter catalog
how could i be mad at all
1,000 dollars sagging on my derriere
the flow is still water like a perrier
the rims swerve but this n-word
is still where ghetto boys meets ginsberg
fly as bentley spurs with the twin turbs
the chariot got horse power like ben hurs
chevy got no insurance that b-tch is a throwaway
rappers got no endurance this b-tch is a blow away
oh, you ain’t got no influence you just a stow away
i wanted back in the game i’m just a hoe away
ok, now we talking real sh-t
when i was living back in philly
now i’m will smith
shopping out in cali bout to k!ll kith
drum roll up in the raw that’s a real spliff
they say the way i play with words that’s a real gift
but it’s the way i played the curb that’s the real twist
listen more than i speak, learn more than i teach
feel like i’m getting to deep, my lil n-gga say preach
my real n-ggas say keep, keep, keeping on
and reap what you have sewn, hold on it won’t be long
my time shorter than nomes
i lay my hats is my home
might rub the cat but the fact ima dog it should be known
that i ain’t ratchet. sh-t i’m grown, i ain’t flaccid, b-tch i bone
the car is cl-ssic that marvin blasting so let’s get it on
i paint a picture with poems then put that b-tch to a song
h-llo motherf-ckers i’m home

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