Ca**idy - I Get That Bread Boy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, the huslta' Philly! Larsiny Family Apply Pressure [Hook] I get that bread boy I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f** how you feel, I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals I get that bread boy Yeah I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f** how you feel, to get rich I hit the strip like what the f** is the deal? [Verse 1] When I pop the shotty, it got kick but it's not karate And when I snap you take shots, I'm like paparazzi I'm from philly, in my city it's a lotta bodies They murder like Irv Gotti they kamikaze Doin' music is my life yo it's not a hobbie I fell in love with Hip Hop when I heard Loddy Doddy I'm like, I prolly could spit it and get money too Cause I'm slick like Rick and fresh like Dougie too I'm not a dummy, never did what the dummies do So I had the mil to burn 'fore I turned 22 I just threw the Maserati on 22, inches Cause just off interest my money grew I just turned 26, but I act my age I took care of all my bills, all my taxes paid I ain't a k**a but I will the rachet blaze I grab a toaster and smoke you like a bag of haze You don't behave like a gangsta, you artificial I spit like a calico, you a starta pistol It ain't hard to diss you, I gotta lot to say like Acki wack, acki a rat, acki gay But what you got to say, I'm k**in the game My flow dope, this how the needle will feel in your vein I spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend Straight comatose, you'll would prolly overdose You could tell when I was younger hung around the older folks I'm the realest rapper, it don't matter who sold the most Life short but it ain't over folks That's why every day I pray to the father, son, and the holy ghost Yeah I sold the coke, call me saint Nicholas Cause on the strip I run through snow like it's christmas But you ain't never flip a brick, you a hypocrite Chicks on my dick cause I'm young, pretty, and rich as sh** I grabbed 4 and a half then I flipped this sh** Now I'm a supplier like Merlo on the wire You not a trapper, you a pathological liar Get eat till your teeth pull out with a pair of pliers Yeah I'm fire but you can't throw water on me That's why your wife and your daughter on me I got change, but it ain't no dimes, nickels, and quarters on me I got real cake, but y'all n***as real fake Even though I'm real great, I still feel hate I might not got a grammy yet, but I'm still straight Cause I'm still in the hood so I feel good And I don't need security for me to feel safe I straight wish that I could make all you dudes that's takin up space go take my homies in jail place I call weed that I sell great It's sticky weed, with no sticks, no seeds, and it smell great And I ain't tryna have a cell mate But I'm grindin cause time money I ain't tryna be to hell late... EARLY! [Hook] I get that bread boy I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f** how you feel, I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals I get that bread boy Yeah I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f** how you feel, to get rich I hit the strip like what the f** is the deal?