Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Runnin' low on funds so we livin' by the gun again
Left me in the dust and wind
Never put no trust in them
Still rain when it's sunny
Either it's pain or it's lovely
Both hands on the money
Try me, it could get bloody
Tryna find new business
Came a long way from pushin' 28 grams through the school systems
And we ain't going back to that soup kitchen
That's the new prison
Who are you kiddin'
Pretty brown thing but I left her read
Ain't tryna deal with her bullshit again
Focused on music and less on my friends
I know some niggas don't want me to win
I gotta watch my back
I gotta watch these niggas around me
I gotta catch my breath
I can't let no jealous bitch clown
I been broke for a sec
I gotta let new money surround me
Keep one foot on their neck
Can't go back to the bottom where they found me
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Poppa was a cash getter
Momma was a stamp licker
Worked her way up into, a project manager
With no bachelors
Never had to ask for much
Had some run ins with some bad niggas
Granny had the bad liver
It's in the genes
Praying life don't end like the visions in her dreams
Our father
Glory be to God
Hope I find my way
Going thru some thangs
Hope you mention my name and it's never in vein
Welcome 2 pain
Million things on my brain
Friends think I'm goin insane
Momma don't view me the same
But she knows, I'll always fulfill what she's prayin
As I
Lay in this bed I keep my thoughts to myself
And I just been thinking that lately I really don't need no one else
Tryna enslave me
Claim that I'm lazy
Nah, you niggas just underpay me
For workin' daily
Puttin' in work is an understatement
You Niggas is seasoned
That means
Either you washed up or you lookin' like food
So please do not give me a reason I'm not in the mood
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Tay Jireh - Bread & Butter Lyrics
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English
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Runnin' low on funds so we livin' by the gun again
Left me in the dust and wind
Never put no trust in them
Still rain when it's sunny
Either it's pain or it's lovely
Both hands on the money
Try me, it could get bloody
Tryna find new business
Came a long way from pushin' 28 grams through the school systems
And we ain't going back to that soup kitchen
That's the new prison
Who are you kiddin'
Pretty brown thing but I left her read
Ain't tryna deal with her bullshit again
Focused on music and less on my friends
I know some niggas don't want me to win
I gotta watch my back
I gotta watch these niggas around me
I gotta catch my breath
I can't let no jealous bitch clown
I been broke for a sec
I gotta let new money surround me
Keep one foot on their neck
Can't go back to the bottom where they found me
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Poppa was a cash getter
Momma was a stamp licker
Worked her way up into, a project manager
With no bachelors
Never had to ask for much
Had some run ins with some bad niggas
Granny had the bad liver
It's in the genes
Praying life don't end like the visions in her dreams
Our father
Glory be to God
Hope I find my way
Going thru some thangs
Hope you mention my name and it's never in vein
Welcome 2 pain
Million things on my brain
Friends think I'm goin insane
Momma don't view me the same
But she knows, I'll always fulfill what she's prayin
As I
Lay in this bed I keep my thoughts to myself
And I just been thinking that lately I really don't need no one else
Tryna enslave me
Claim that I'm lazy
Nah, you niggas just underpay me
For workin' daily
Puttin' in work is an understatement
You Niggas is seasoned
That means
Either you washed up or you lookin' like food
So please do not give me a reason I'm not in the mood
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Runnin' low on funds so we livin' by the gun again
Left me in the dust and wind
Never put no trust in them
Still rain when it's sunny
Either it's pain or it's lovely
Both hands on the money
Try me, it could get bloody
Tryna find new business
Came a long way from pushin' 28 grams through the school systems
And we ain't going back to that soup kitchen
That's the new prison
Who are you kiddin'
Pretty brown thing but I left her read
Ain't tryna deal with her bullshit again
Focused on music and less on my friends
I know some niggas don't want me to win
I gotta watch my back
I gotta watch these niggas around me
I gotta catch my breath
I can't let no jealous bitch clown
I been broke for a sec
I gotta let new money surround me
Keep one foot on their neck
Can't go back to the bottom where they found me
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Poppa was a cash getter
Momma was a stamp licker
Worked her way up into, a project manager
With no bachelors
Never had to ask for much
Had some run ins with some bad niggas
Granny had the bad liver
It's in the genes
Praying life don't end like the visions in her dreams
Our father
Glory be to God
Hope I find my way
Going thru some thangs
Hope you mention my name and it's never in vein
Welcome 2 pain
Million things on my brain
Friends think I'm goin insane
Momma don't view me the same
But she knows, I'll always fulfill what she's prayin
As I
Lay in this bed I keep my thoughts to myself
And I just been thinking that lately I really don't need no one else
Tryna enslave me
Claim that I'm lazy
Nah, you niggas just underpay me
For workin' daily
Puttin' in work is an understatement
You Niggas is seasoned
That means
Either you washed up or you lookin' like food
So please do not give me a reason I'm not in the mood
Steal for that bread & butter
Kill for that bread & butter
Lie for that bread & butter
Ride for that bread & butter
Lose your job for that bread &
Rob for that bread & butter
Die for that bread & butter
Creep on ya bitch and then say you love her
For that bread & butter
Writer: Taylin Stewart
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