make that bread! ft. Sir Blake The Great Lyrics

Well

I found out the answer to that question was the conditions on the road

And, yeah

I guess we all learn something every day

Imma make that bread

Til I'm very dead

In my deathbed

Face be turning red

Aye, face be turning red

But im staying cold

I be makin' money till I'm very old

I was always told that money grows on trees

But I gotta get my degree

Those trees don't grow around me

But I ain't gonna get on my knees

I will prevail

I'll make my own trail

Stacking that money I'm breaking the scale

I ain't gonna fail

And I ain't gonna bail

You best believe that my flows not frail

Aye, pockets heavy, flow steady

Sit down you ain't really ready

I'll go ur slow

Think ur good

Are u really though

Spell it out like abc

Counting money like one, two, three

I'm going hard

Gonna raise the bar

Gonna take it far

Imma leave a scar

Sum people in my life I gotta cut off

Gotta make a song and gotta go blastoff

When u listen to my songs u go far off

Then u try to go listen to a spin-off

I make all of this money

And got a snow bunny

Why you laughing man is there something funny

Are my pockets really low key runny

Do I really have to talk money again

When comes to writing I'm a freak with the pen

I'm flying in the air with my airplane

Make Liam Great Again, that's my campaign

When I'm writing songs I use my brain

Did I really have to say it again

Shaving my head bald G.I Jane

Then making that into a movie again

I'm going slow like taking a hike

Keeping it balance like riding a bike

Everybody wants be Like Mike

Not throwing a ball, im throwing a strike

I'm keepin' it here, im keeping it real

Keeping the order like doing a drill

Not for the money but here for the thrill

Doing the stuff even time can't kill

But I'd be killing time like I throw a dime

And I'm spitting rhymes while I'm in my prime

Never choke, never broke

Stay woke, it's not a joke (Yeah)

Takin it serous, y'all are delirious

Making some money, say man are you serious

Some day I'll be dead

Til then make some bread

This songs not joke

You don't want the smoke

Youre gonna choke

Murder I wrote

I feel like I'm poison and the antidote

I feel like a goat

I don't need a boat

I already float with the clouds

And I'm never coming down