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(Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?) You run up on me with the handgun, I might could stain one I might could stain one (Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?) And I just took one in the sleeve (Yeah) Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah) I'll never forget the day that we started (Never again, yeah) Made it out, it was hard (Yeah) But we here now, nigga, here we are Uh, Audemars cost a car, don't you scoff That's a bar, that's a star, wedding cake, out the jar Never had tailored rides, elevate on them boys They ain't making no noise, flippin' major dope for it I ain't having no love for a nigga or a bitch They ain't never showed love, so that's just what it is Boss man, handle biz, shoot the parent, leave the kid They ain't doin' what we did, they gon' hate, that's on them Money big, nah, for real, twenty dollars, that's a deal Walk around with your deal, Tech came with a seal TEC, aim, grip the steel, fifty cash, came concealed Big F on the wheel, big house on the hill Shinin' on 'em, chandelier, bread straight in the hills Same thing in the trenches, whole clique play with M's Kind heart, full of scars, I've been learning how to heal Finally making sense to me, I'm a different kind of real Letras de canciones (Yeah) Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah) I'll never forget the day that we started (Yeah) Made it out, it was hard (Yeah) But we here now, nigga, here we are (Yeah) Bread straight, thankin' God (Yeah) I'll never forget the day that we started (Yeah) Made it out, it was hard (Yeah) But we here now, nigga, here we are (Yeah) We the ones they look up to I don't tell my business to too many, I don't trust you Rap the line to hit these niggas face, it like some lunch food Red bottom shoes, Christian Loubs, kicking kung fu, shit on you Bad bitch on the passenger side every time I come through Like pull up on my youngin' they tryna run it up too I'm living different, can't go back to the drink, it fuck with my kidneys Watch them turn they back on me, now they tryna come back in But once you walk out, you can't never come back in Runts, smokin' on a pound in a cocaine white Benz Rollin' 'round with mills, I'm a plug, pack us in Eighteen-wheeler just backed in (Yeah) Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah) I'll never forget the day that we started (Yeah) Made it out, it was hard (Yeah) But we here now, nigga, here we are (Yeah) Bread straight, thankin' God (Yeah) I'll never forget the day that we started (Yeah) Made it out, it was hard (Yeah) But we here now, nigga, here we are (Yeah) Yeah (But we here now, here we are) Yeah Yeah (But we here now, here we are) From Letras Mania