Bread & Wine

Ima take this week to lay back and break bread Fake rap niggas sit back, and play dead Pop artists tryna pop pussy on latex Don't land til 7:30, I'll send you that late text While bad bitches gettin exposed on Apex I can't stress this enough Yea yo pussy bomb, I just hope yo head big enough In 09, had thirties on me, I was Steph in the clutch You pop molly, weed and perkys, lil x in the cut That shit'll either get you high or twenty five to life, hope it ain't the latter Can't come down, the fakes come round Too loud, let the bass calm down Bleed shit, we ain't have no options Had to spark shit up without no candle boxes Shadowboxing on the I 10 Please move with caution, I'm well connected Well respected, Long Beach to Carson Well invested in that crypto, blood leak on your carpet Leave Paramount, then we merge to the city of Compton These streets is haunted, and the streets been talkin Loud mouf, where the good get drowned out And yo hood press lines and get your bullshit found out Now you can't bang this shit no more Just hand in yo whistle cuz holy moly Look life done showed me You can get better with time and age like wine Or die young, fuckin wit crime That one eight seven gon have you pressin nine But shit I'm a smooth operator Don't play bout the paper Leave yo ass in ICU, and let medical doctors save ya We believe in God, but some niggas livin without a savior You need some competition, what's Pippen without the Lakers? You ballin for no reason You been ballin every season, but the rain gon come And when that well dry up, it's time to raise yo son And raise yo gun, dem niggas want you dead by tomorrow And if they put some money on yo head and we all broke Then we leavin you heartbroke I ain't got no more for this Just let that shit run then nigga I want to thank y'all for coming out tonight Sometimes this life shit just get crazy Just keep going When you let God take over You gotta keep pushin nigga Don't let these niggas play you And when you think it's over It ain't over