Kevin Gates - Thought I Heard (Bread Winners' Anthem) lyrics

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one Me and my lil ho, we be out in public Catchin' feelin's, I be f**in' ho without the rubber Kick a b**h a**, go to jail, beat up her brother Disrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin' Shots fired, they playin', they just might hit me Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'em Catch you with your clique and do somethin' bad Talkin' sh** that you was talkin' on the 'Gram My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman They gon' let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin' Success is nothin', I'm thuggin', I'm goin' out my mind When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside Talkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it's obvious Cause I'm gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' property I'm the truth, chosen one, couple n***as said it Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard Show my a**, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my a**, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my a**, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my a**, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Lookin' mark at me, that fraud, I'm bout to step on somethin' Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin' Where these n***as was when I used to sell rocks? Shoutout everybody in the working cell block Me and Molly with the 30 round Glock Breadwinner Ron party rockin' non-stop Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear ya Note to self, them n***as ain't really f**in' witcha Note to self, them n***as been gettin' comfortable Rap your a** off when you tired, that sh**'ll humble you I don't get tired, when you tired it come from under you Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer Bumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandana C-Loc n***a, concentration camp anthem Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner Got it out the mud and I got it hard All praise be to God, f** a bodyguard