Daily Bread

Picture me as a winner, make it cinematic
I’m cut from a different cloth, it’s all in the fabric
En suite, is how I want it
If my business isn’t finished then my ambition’ll haunt me
Murder tracks, leaving bodies with the yellow tape
Rolling heavy, don’t confuse me with no featherweights
When I speak to the press, never the best-dressed
Try to focus on getting my family in less debt
Cooking from the summer till the winter com
Streaming platforms is where I gt my business from
Man, I’m blessed, Marcus Paul on my horns
Same dude that got a Grammy for his work with Anderson Paak
Damn right, I pulled a rabbit out the hat
Build a crib and make sure it don’t come without the racks
And not the racks you put clothes on
Alexa, play a chorus for the don
Blaow!
Mama told me to keep my head up
My life’s depending on me
Conversations 'bout how I can get my bread up
Cause you know, this life, it ain’t free
I’ve been down a long road
It’s my time now
I’ve been going too hard
Think it’s time now
Always to keep my head up, bread up, oooh