Daily Bread

Cash Baby
Cavali

Aye ya hear me doe

Aye I'm good mama
Ima thug mama
Wish they would mama
If it's bout tomorrow
I know it ain't promised
Pull up on Osama
Tropicanatona
Drop a band or something
I'm da man mama
I like hundred dollars
I'ma plug charger
Smoking Ima scholar
If you know me doe
I Cancel bitches like nino
I'm going O.T
Im always on G.O
Can't save her no hero How many fucks I give zero
Fuck your opinions Cause it's gone get vetoed
I just be coolin That's what I be doing
They always gone block
Somebody gone do it
Clip take 33
No Patrick Ewing
They want me to stop
But I will not do it
Im thinking Lavinia Bitch I'm the billy goat
Blow O's like Cheerios
My city gritty though
Need me a milly though
From start to finish Garage I park in it
Roll up and spark in it
I'm really authentic
I really be chilling
I move like a villain
No man alive could stop what the lord giveth
While niggas be illing
I move and they sitting
I got tunnel vision Only few could see
Don't let no one tell you what you can't be
Ain't No limits no heights that you can't reach
Dont stop the cash flow like gain green...
Look Shawty ain't a trophy if anybody could win her
That bitch link card cause anybody could get her
What you bringing to the table
Can't cuff cause she ran through
Either win or you gone lose
On point or you're gone snooze
Tell me what you would if you wasn't getting fed
Not trying kick it like I don't got no legs
I know some bitches don't even got a bed
I know some niggas play rich ain't even got no bread
Staring at the world through my rear view
You a therm I could see it with a clear view
Got to let my nuts hang bitch you guessed it
I put a K next to everything you reppin
In this life it could get disrespectful
And Im knowing that's the reason I respect it
Daily bread



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Writer(s): Cashaun Howard
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