Breadboi (feat. Ser.Vice)
Been working on my grip like the best boy
I'm the best boy employed
Now I better be the Breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a Deadboi
Now I better be the Breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a dead
Don't test me like a Tesla
Don't throw no stones at me
Don't come around here second guessing, tryna see if this boy can read
Between the lines, now they line up, they just be loitering
Now y'all wanna give me a ring
Kiss it while I do my thing
Gotta get that cha cha ching, move it Mufasa, I'm the king
I'm the chameleon who's been blending in seamlessly
Seems to me I've been scenery
Secretly seeking the secret
Seated here at my feet
Like Tarantino be free, bitch
Been working on my grip like the best boy
I'm the best boy employed
Now I better be the breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a deadboi
Now I better be the breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a dead
Tryna have my dreams and my vision tight, parallel
Never crossing but feed off each other like a Duracell
Positive, negative energy
Just the power of waking up
Clocking out, my hours done
Taking some of my sour just to blaze it up
I'm a tainted unlucky individual tryin to make a buck
Simply, simply, sick and stuck but I need the Breadboi, yeah
Used the bakery, I've been a Breadboi, yeah
Zombified horror, be Deadboi, yeah
I've been a Deadboi, yeah
I'm the best boy employed
Now I better be the Breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a Deadboi
Now I better be the Breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a dead
Don't test me like a Tesla
Don't throw no stones at me
Don't come around here second guessing, tryna see if this boy can read
Between the lines, now they line up, they just be loitering
Now y'all wanna give me a ring
Kiss it while I do my thing
Gotta get that cha cha ching, move it Mufasa, I'm the king
I'm the chameleon who's been blending in seamlessly
Seems to me I've been scenery
Secretly seeking the secret
Seated here at my feet
Like Tarantino be free, bitch
Been working on my grip like the best boy
I'm the best boy employed
Now I better be the breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a deadboi
Now I better be the breadboi
Or I'm gonna be a dead
Tryna have my dreams and my vision tight, parallel
Never crossing but feed off each other like a Duracell
Positive, negative energy
Just the power of waking up
Clocking out, my hours done
Taking some of my sour just to blaze it up
I'm a tainted unlucky individual tryin to make a buck
Simply, simply, sick and stuck but I need the Breadboi, yeah
Used the bakery, I've been a Breadboi, yeah
Zombified horror, be Deadboi, yeah
I've been a Deadboi, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Belk
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