Bread and bu*ter
( Hook ) x2
Lets make a toast
To this years gross
More success more knowledge
More growth
From scarce dinners
To Rich Suppers
You can't have a meal
Without the bread and bu*ter
Verse 1
Bread and bu*ter
Roman noodles
Used to hold me down
Me and twin
Sitting At the
Kitchen table
Heads bowed
Praying aloud
Over groceries
From c-town
Like its fine wine
And
Cuts from the strongest cow
Cup full
To wash it down
Cherry Kool-Aid smile
Nana always
Went the extra mile
To see me smile
Cause I was her Extra child
Wish she can see me now
But I know she looking down
To watch her prince
Claim the Crown
Mike Retros
93 feel
Fresher than Will
From Carlton bank bills
9-5 shades I'm
Jazzy Jeff Chill
Tryna be a black man
In a Manson
Uncle Phil
I was 10
Holes In my sneakers
Me and Ro
At path mark
Packing bags
Buying sneakers
We'd go half
Hit green acres mall
I remember
We did mars 4s
Jordan Velour
( Hook ) x2
Lets make a toast
To this years gross
More success more knowledge
More growth
From scarce dinners
To Rich Suppers
You can't have a meal
Without the bread and bu*ter
Verse 2
Bread and bu*ter
Served first
At Matteo's
Side calamari
With Chicken Alfredo
Similar to life
Because life is like a course
Buts it's up to you
To make sure
It comes with extra sauce
A1 for beef
Duck if you sweet
Tabasco no
Ha**le
When its chili
Fish eat fish
Tarter for a boss
Like restaurant
Nothing free
Can't afford a loss
Swiping black Visa's
In Avisia
Flying to sicily
Just For pizza
Sounds ignorant
We let the TV
Tease us
Follow bad examples
Instead of teachers and preachers
Ever Since gerber
And
Happy meal burgers
We fed into
Violence Sex
Money Drugs murder
It Two choices
Be served or the server
In order to stay a boss
You still have to be a worker
( Hook ) x2
Lets make a toast
To this years gross
More success more knowledge
More growth
From scarce dinners
To Rich Suppers
You can't have a meal
Without the bread and bu*ter
Verse 3
Never claim king
While ya Queen
Is up for win
For bread and bu*ter
n***as toast
Head chest and limbs
Put blood on Tim's
Team mates
Even check mate
And call checkmate
After red lights
Yellow police tape
Lets make a toast
Everyone gla**es up
Take a shot back
Sit back
Then laugh it up
Cause Hoes used
To laugh at us
Now they wanna scratch us up
We know The drive is to win
But 2Pac
Died as a pa**enger
f** a drop
Bullet proof
The rover
Flourish like a flower
Bomb like a lotus
Keep the gra** cut
For the snakes to be noticed
But how can you
In a jungle full of camo cobras
Streets ain't fun
When kids play
With guns
Summer
Murder Olympics
Torch
Running wild
In the slums
We made it through
Another year
Couple people ain't here
Raise ya gla**
In the air
Cause their spirits still here
( Hook ) x2
Lets make a toast
To this years gross
More success more knowledge
More growth
From scarce dinners
To Rich Suppers
You can't have a meal
Without the bread and bu*ter