Is there a way to keep
You and this bread
Just one more time
Can we chill in yo bed
Money bring drugs
It bring evil, bring death
Is there a way to keep
You and this bread
You roll a dutch
Girl I dont mind
Wish I could do all this
Shit and have time
Hit the six flags
Hit the gun range
I got a couple things
That make you scream
Love the way she rock it
From the middle
Baby tryna rock the boat
A little
Iphone on buzz
Its blowin' up
I gotta go
You know wassup'
Girl I thought you like
When a nigga got cash
Thought I hit it right
But we goin out sad
Guess its just the life
When you chasin that Bag
Lift him up, lift him up
Lift him up
Cover me in white
Ran all out of fight
Never felt so broke
Show me how to cope
Till death just seem so
Far to you
Never just two
Broads for me
Fuck all of this
Broccoli
Is there a way to keep
You and this bread
Just one more time
Can we chill in yo bed

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Writer(s): Ishmael Wilburn