Gabe Nandez - Bread lyrics

(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**