Young Gizzle, KS, Anthrax, HBK - Bread & Butter Lyrics

This that pissy elevator flow that they aint hear in a minute
Oven on no heat i had to stand in my kitchen
When its a drought, i can get my hand on the spinach
Got a kite from big bro he told me handle my business
Told me dont never play if you aint playin to win
Talk to God even if you still planning to sin
I listen to em, he been downstate since i was 10
I say a prayer then im right back at it again
Rainy nights i was broke putting soap up in them juggies
Point 5's in the 125's had em chunky
It was only one goal, goal was gettin money
Thank God i aint locked up beatin down with my bunky
In the city where im from its only a few outcomes
Niggas rather get caught with it, than without one
I seen niggas die tryna talk to a bitch
So like a senior citizen i gotta walk with a stick
I was told as a youngin never talk to a pig
These niggas breakin all the rules running off at the lips
Now im thinkin to myself like who raised these niggas
And all these bitches in our city still praise these niggas
Its no morals & all of these bitches screaming they loyal
Get bagged & you find they aint for you
Im just in it to win it, yeah i follow the money trail
I got it out the mud so i know how that hunger feel
Look, everyday is a struggle no Akademik
Fuck with my city results could be cataclysmic
Say that guy when they hear this and ask who is it
Its Hbk to be specific
I been through it all I won't get into logistics
Ask me how Im doing I might tell you mind ya business
Used to ride them buckets macked up a couple Benzes
Made a couple enemies and found out who my friends is
I remember nights I aint have it on some sad shit
Stressed out smoking milds down to the plastic
Now when I get it if I dont flip it a stash it
Lack of dollars will turn a young scholar to a savage
I just want the cabbage, fuck all the chit chat
If you owe me then you better send my shit gift wrapped
You could get scuffed up, lumped up bitch smacked
Whole head fucked up you be on some shit patch
Used to wear mismatch now its all coordinated
You should be happy to see some niggas from the corner make it
Dont try to dap me when you see me knowing you wanna hate it
It aint no stopping this shining my nigga its automated
Autumn couldn't make me fall homie I was born amazing
I dont do pork but Im coming for all the bacon
Gizzle brought the beat to life called us up to heat the mic
When we on a track nothing less than something ether like to be precise
Ayo I still get them pounds at Peyton Manning number
Incase you niggas tryna level up before the summer
I could let it go at like 23 and under
You could resell that shit for Adrian Peterson number
Strictly bout business, I ain't with the goofy shit
Last nigga Wallahi got his kufi hit
Brand new Coogi ripped, facts no movie script
Left a nigga block looking like some Call of Duty shit
Where Im from we empty the whole clip, reload then empty the whole clip
Yall niggas still doing drive by's wasting hollow tip bullets aint nobody getting hit
Told the opps play D come check me, street ball we dont need a referee
They respect me cause I aint ever gave em a reason to think they could disrespect me
I dont act like the worst cant happen to me, but nigga I aint lackin
45 packin, been about action
We dont stop at red lights catch me in traffic
But understand every choice come with consequences, be wise how you choose
Last nigga slept still sleep big snooze
Aint nobody ride for him them niggas been on cruise
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This that pissy elevator flow that they aint hear in a minute
Oven on no heat i had to stand in my kitchen
When its a drought, i can get my hand on the spinach
Got a kite from big bro he told me handle my business
Told me dont never play if you aint playin to win
Talk to God even if you still planning to sin
I listen to em, he been downstate since i was 10
I say a prayer then im right back at it again
Rainy nights i was broke putting soap up in them juggies
Point 5's in the 125's had em chunky
It was only one goal, goal was gettin money
Thank God i aint locked up beatin down with my bunky
In the city where im from its only a few outcomes
Niggas rather get caught with it, than without one
I seen niggas die tryna talk to a bitch
So like a senior citizen i gotta walk with a stick
I was told as a youngin never talk to a pig
These niggas breakin all the rules running off at the lips
Now im thinkin to myself like who raised these niggas
And all these bitches in our city still praise these niggas
Its no morals & all of these bitches screaming they loyal
Get bagged & you find they aint for you
Im just in it to win it, yeah i follow the money trail
I got it out the mud so i know how that hunger feel
Look, everyday is a struggle no Akademik
Fuck with my city results could be cataclysmic
Say that guy when they hear this and ask who is it
Its Hbk to be specific
I been through it all I won't get into logistics
Ask me how Im doing I might tell you mind ya business
Used to ride them buckets macked up a couple Benzes
Made a couple enemies and found out who my friends is
I remember nights I aint have it on some sad shit
Stressed out smoking milds down to the plastic
Now when I get it if I dont flip it a stash it
Lack of dollars will turn a young scholar to a savage
I just want the cabbage, fuck all the chit chat
If you owe me then you better send my shit gift wrapped
You could get scuffed up, lumped up bitch smacked
Whole head fucked up you be on some shit patch
Used to wear mismatch now its all coordinated
You should be happy to see some niggas from the corner make it
Dont try to dap me when you see me knowing you wanna hate it
It aint no stopping this shining my nigga its automated
Autumn couldn't make me fall homie I was born amazing
I dont do pork but Im coming for all the bacon
Gizzle brought the beat to life called us up to heat the mic
When we on a track nothing less than something ether like to be precise
Ayo I still get them pounds at Peyton Manning number
Incase you niggas tryna level up before the summer
I could let it go at like 23 and under
You could resell that shit for Adrian Peterson number
Strictly bout business, I ain't with the goofy shit
Last nigga Wallahi got his kufi hit
Brand new Coogi ripped, facts no movie script
Left a nigga block looking like some Call of Duty shit
Where Im from we empty the whole clip, reload then empty the whole clip
Yall niggas still doing drive by's wasting hollow tip bullets aint nobody getting hit
Told the opps play D come check me, street ball we dont need a referee
They respect me cause I aint ever gave em a reason to think they could disrespect me
I dont act like the worst cant happen to me, but nigga I aint lackin
45 packin, been about action
We dont stop at red lights catch me in traffic
But understand every choice come with consequences, be wise how you choose
Last nigga slept still sleep big snooze
Aint nobody ride for him them niggas been on cruise
Xtortion