Last of A Dying Bread ft. Bryton Spencer Lyrics

Who wants to be a millionaire, who wants to be a millionaire, don't use your lifeline

I connect the dots, answer the questions, I see the blessings, I learn them lessons

I hit the karate kick to the haters in the neck, they got the black belts, I was dressed

All felt smooth like an operator, look at the numbers, I think you need a calculator

Took some time off and now I'm clocked back in, only way that you'll get better with something

Is practice, went to sleep with 30 bands up under my mattress, found my purpose here on

The surf, I ain't need no atlas, no designer fabrics, no fabricating this talent, I take

The highs with the lows cause I understand the balance, I understand that this life comes

With some challenges, and that you attract them which you are, something's game up, it'll

Take you far, that's if you apply it, ain't gotta be the brightest, but I expect you to

Be smart, success ain't rocket science, it ain't rocket science, I calculate and apply

It, we a dying breed, you ever see how lions eat, I sit back and chill and let my ladies

Come to me, that's the pride in me, if you lie you'll see, the evils in the world, that's

What inspires me, don't get it twisted, you niggas like playing games, you on some kids

Shit, I jump off the pivot, I'm coming down the lane, I feel like Blake Griffin, you niggas

Ain't black, you OJ Simpson, we don't burn bridges that don't need to be burned, never

Concern myself with what another man earns, it's not Sunday but I'm still taking these

Niggas to church, I preach the gospel in every verse, put my thought into every word, took

A cone and I stuffed the herb, first things first, had to remember my worth, could've

Been stuck in a rut, I don't know what's worse, take away everything, I bet I bounce right

Back, you ain't even know why I got it like that, I put my confidence on my back, get

My heart on my sleeve, I talk back, cause this music shit be talking to me