Thought I Heard (Bread Winners' Anthem)

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they want a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they want a bread winner

Me and my lil' hoe, we be out in public

Catchin' feelings, I be fuckin' her without no rubber

Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brother

Disrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin'

Shots fired, they just playin', they just might empty

Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'em

Catch you with your clique and do somethin' bad

Talkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'Gram

My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman

They gon' let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin'

Success is nothin', I'm thuggin', I'm goin' out my mind

When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside

Talkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it's obvious

'Cause I'm gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' property

I'm the truth, chosen one, couple **** said it

Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper?

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Look here boy, gimme that rod, I'm 'bout to step on somethin'

Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin'

Where these **** was when I used to sell rocks? (Where they was?)

Shout out everybody in the working cell block

Me and Molly-Ock with the thirty-round Glock

Bread Winner run party rockin' nonstop

Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear you

Note to self, them **** ain't really fuckin' with you

Note to self, them **** been gettin' comfortable

Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble you

I don't get tired, when you tired it come from under you

Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do

Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer

Bumpin' Steven Carol with the black bandana

C-Loc ****, concentration camp anthem

Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella

Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella

Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella

Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard