Bread N Dough

With every hit I make I shit on my own shit
I be looking back at myself, like that nigga skits
Preschool, it was like I never seen it before
Ever since I was a shorty, I was getting that dough
Stealing candy from the store and sold it all at school
Age 15 I dabble weed, make my own rules
Cops raided the pad, pops cuffed in his draws
First trip to jail, they hold me for probable cause
Age 17 got my first ride, expand enterprise
Hustling all around the metro, I start a franchise
East and west of the Mississippi, i had a safe house
Won't bring it to you if it's anything less than an ounce
Taking blunts to head on top of every hour
At 19 I grew my own hydroponic flower
Could never see myself as an everyday customer
I'm a player in this game, a street hustler

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep
The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat
Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave
Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave
Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib
Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live
From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down
Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound

Associates degree wasn't good for me, cop out
Before Kanye West drop college drop out
I worked the overtime shift like a night owl
The streets always kept in touch, we kinda tight now
Age 20, hope you packing, jacking spree season
I would snatch a cats package for no fucking reason
Bad for business, made so many enemies
Manage to keep my hands clean, avoid felonies
Get outa jail card, lawyer on speed dial
Don't even show up for court, I don't need trial
If I want to visit prison, I watch The Green Mile
I wanna feel like a boss, I light a black and mild
I'm taking trips out of town, I mean out the country
You be blowing money, I'm just washing laundry
This was just a chapter, a path I was on
You can't get no actor to play Jamal Rashon

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep
The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat
Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave
Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave
Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib
Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live
From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down
Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound

Yea I remember way back then when we was shorties
Posted up at the B-ball courts telling stories
Everybody got five on it, we sippin 40's
Mom and pops not at the crib, we having parties
From north to south side of Minneapolis we flex
To everyone ast side of Saint Paul in the projects
Blow diesel smoke out the window got the whole hood high
Car full of honeys every flavor and they mad fly
Cats shooting dice on the corner in the summer heat
My dogs in the studio fixin to get on the beat
Everyday of the week we grind, our hustle don't sleep
While looking for a diamond that shine with beauty skin deep
Whisper in her mind then she mine till the morning time
Then treat her like the rest of my fiends, hit me on my line
Sometimes I close my eyes to get a glimpse of the past
Holding onto memories, a snapshot will make it last

Yea I be running them streets all day and night with no sleep
The feds hot up on the block, the op packing heat
Streets calling my name, be in the game like a slave
Mom and pops keep me tame to keep from an early grave
Bag a shorty round the corner from my moms crib
Hustler, playa in the game, get it how you live
From sun up to sun down, yea it's going down
Holocaust gas in my lung, blaze up a pound