nobody deity - bread up lyrics
bread up lyrics
chorus]
and i had to get my weight up
you know the story boy i gotta get my bread up
you can’t fool me, see the bullsh+t from like 10 miles
the streets is calling guess i gotta be a dog now
i bleed about it cause i know it gets my bread up
you say you love me but don’t even get my bread up
you talking to me and i’m talking to my paper
i said, f+ck up outta here man i gotta get my bread up
i said, f+ck up outta here
[verse 1]
and i had a lotta dark days
i don’t have to say it, you can see on my face
had no conscience
i was hungry like the whole week
had no dinner
chips and chicken was like luxury
i hit the b+tches dawg and they would never hit back
said i miss a b+tch but she would never miss me
“shoulda, woulda, coulda”
miss me with that bullsh+t
hol’ up, wait up
man you still pay for some p+ssy
i’m a 6 feet n+gga 6’2 on my reeboks
man i’m nothing like these n+ggas
ya need a reshot
f+ck the process man
i’m skipping all the dudes
lay back momma
cause your product gon’ be top 2
and run to 1 cause had to
chorus]
and i had to get my weight up
you know the story boy i gotta get my bread up
you can’t fool me, see the bullsh+t from like 10 miles
the streets is calling guess i gotta be a dog now
i bleed about it cause i know it gets my bread up
you say you love me but don’t even get my bread up
you talking to me and i’m talking to my paper
i said, f+ck up outta here man i gotta get my bread up
i said, f+ck up outta here
[verse 2]
i got a new girl not really new
cause last year she couldn’t stand me
i mean this year she don’t stand me
she stays on her knees
like she praise me
cause i’m in god form
kinda change that i’m going for
man it’s kinda slow
but i’m waiter
straight up waiting
like i’m serving n+ggas out the pot now and it’s hot
couple n+ggas know
i’m hot now
cause i show up
never let it down
deity boys, it’s a secret society
hear my voice
there’s a hint of sobriety
don’t play with me
i’mma f+ck with your anxieties
aye my guy, you gotta stop the duckin
all that bulsh+t you be talking
come outside and try to face this
throw these hands and i could hurt you
a thousand hands
i look like a senju
how you let the b+tches hurt you?
boy you let the money change you
that little change done really changed you
filthy n+gga, sanitize you
you need some substance for substance
i know you losers some knocks off
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