Break Bread

And tell my niggas keep whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
Said we did this shit together yea
Throw that money on the table yea (uh huh)
And tell my niggas eat whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
We gone do this shit forever
Yo we make paper it don’t make us (Nah)
From the East all you see is yellow tape up (Eastside)
Word to mac swear this shit i couldn’t make up (What)
Guns and butter only thing that motivate us (What Else)
I put myself in this position
Told em i was next swear i knew they wouldn’t listen (Nah)
Peep the Magic wrist shit hurting from the whipping (Oww)
Hit primo on the text shit wepa hold up
From a city where young boys is gun toting
Rock sierra leone stones that got 12 opened
Speeding down the harlem river with this henny potion
Feeling like buns on the phone
Getting neck I’m focused man (Whats good mami)
Hov aura with a twist of hector (Right)
From now on when we toast its either cris or nectar (Cheers)
I only build with a few circle tighter than ever
Come fuck with the crew trust we bout getting this cheddar
Throw that money on the table yea (uh huh)
And tell my niggas keep whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
Said we did this shit together yea
Throw that money on the table yea (uh huh)
And tell my niggas eat whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
We gone do this shit forever
They say its bout the money and the power (Power)
Crying broke pocking watching looking sour (Sour)
But we got the same 24 hours (Hours)
The world ain’t mine its ours
(uh look) No emotions how i stay focused (Right)
Drive through 24 how i keep em opened (All Day)
2 jacks to stay alive i know you see the drive (Uh huh)
Been about my b. i so you know that money is time (Getting Money)
Yea its all timing (Thats Right)
I used to hit the heights for the nemos
Trying to find them (Que Lo Que)
Waking up in the middle of the night to police sirens
Gun powder filled the air
Trust nothing else can compare
I swear i came up under the real rights (What)
You had to be a somebody if you was on the block at night
This new shit don’t feel right
Lets take it back to the old days
Fresh jays with a rope chain (Harlem)
Throw that money on the table yea (uh huh)
And tell my niggas keep whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
Said we did this shit together yea
Throw that money on the table yea (uh huh)
And tell my niggas eat whatever yea
Breaking bread with some real ones (you know)
We gone do this shit forever