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Tryna Yea

I knew somethin` was up when they took me to Livingston jail
My bond was three-hundred thousand
Trick was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?
`Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed
Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick
Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah

I break a brick down then I catch a cell
I come in town then I get the mail
Runnin` that fast pace always put me in last place
I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna fuck with the campaign
I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette
in the fast lane
I just took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I`m goin` too fast, wey
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 hamstrang
I know they probably won`t blame Gates, already underwent hard strain
Cover your hand at the card game

`Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed
Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick
Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah

You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissin`
I have been labeled a crash mission,
I take her then maybe she act different
Poor now, deal wit` her ass different,
pretendin` she don`t miss the last nickel
Pullin` it out from the bag,
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
My life`s a movie I`m on glisten, visible set, they all hit
Crackers smile all around this
bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver
I`m reminiscent of those feelins
I am not runnin` from no nigga
I am not fuckin` with gold diggers
I got you covered, I`m on business
Summer, it`s snowin` the whole visit
Strawberry haze, don`t whisper
Meanin` it`s loud, I`m outta town, not on the ground, I`m in the cloud

`Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to gettin` rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hoppin` outta bed
Don`t know how many times I don` bein` sick
Don`t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread
And it ain`t cheatin` if I wanna get some head
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah
I`m just a bread winner out`chea tryna yeah

Date Added: 2019-01-19
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