L.Smith - Bread And Butter lyrics

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