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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Beatmonster Marc
Programming
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Marcus Marsh
Songwriter
Vincent Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lasker
Assistant Engineer
Beatmonster Marc
Producer
Yung Lan
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I knew somethin' was up 'cause they took me to Livingston Jail
My bond was three-hundred thousand
Dreka was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?
Yung Lan on the track
[Chorus]
'Cause I threw it back to them **** in the feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, thought of gettin' rid of me
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I've prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
[Verse 1]
I break a brick down, then I catch a sale
I come in town, then I get the mail
Runnin' at fast pace always put me at last place
I got a **** from Champaign who wanna fuck with the campaign
I just got rid of the last thing
Put the Corvette in the fast lane
I took a trip out to San Diego
Hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wait
Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name
Say I stayed down and I preyed on 'em, and that when the cash came
Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank
Runnin', I might pull a hamstring
I know they probably won't blam Gates
Already underwent heart strain
Cover your hand at the card game
[Chorus]
'Cause I threw it back to them **** in the feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, thought of gettin' rid of me
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I've prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
[Verse 2]
You know I painted a bad picture
I gotta do a lil' ass-kissin'
I have been labeled a crash mission
I take her, then maybe she act different
Poor, now I deal with her ass different
Pretendin' she don't miss her last ****
Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it
Temperature feelin' like Carol City
Energy wrong, you on your own
I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes
I get so sick of my phone clickin'
Gotta deliver a whole chicken
Mouth is a movie, I'm on glisten
It's a visible set and they all hit
Crack a smile around this bitch and I just delivered a cold shiver
I'm reminiscin' at those feelings
I am not runnin' from no ****
I am not fuckin' with gold diggers
I got you covered, I'm on business
Summer, it's snowin' a whole blizzard
Strawberry haze, don't whisper
Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground
I'm in the cloud, roamin' around
[Chorus]
'Cause I threw it back to them **** in the feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, thought of gettin' rid of me
Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I've prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
I'm just a bread winner outchea, tryna yea
Written by: Beatmonster Marc, Kevin Gates, Milan Modi, Vincent Delano Miller