| So what you’re talking about is the way things should be
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| I’m talking about the way things are
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| And so it shall be in the last days
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| Fans will fade away, all accomplishments downplayed
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| When you run out of sick pay
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| 401k is foreplay next to doomsday
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| The rainy days in full effect
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| I suspect your nerves are wrecked from the bills up to your neck
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| You can’t buy groceries with respect
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| This time, come correct, protect what you collect
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| After all the hell you done been through
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| Undo the members of your crew that don’t accrue
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| You already outdo what they ask you
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| Ride-or-die is cool, but tried-and-true is revenue
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| Take it from Count, that’s the best route
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| Or do it your way, go all out for clout
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| They proffer lie, I prophesize
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| He won’t get my money by bake sale or fish fry
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| You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
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| Likes and views will never get you fed
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| Payment is the only arrangement
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| You can give me exposure when I’m dead
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| You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
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| Likes and views will never get you fed
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| Payment is the only arrangement
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| You can give me exposure when I’m dead
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| Behold the word of the game, came unto me, saying
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| No more taking shorts, these niggas paying
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| I don’t do that many features
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| They say «ain't no budget»
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| Wearing Kanye sneakers
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| I’m the teacher, you’re the student
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| Pay tuition, for it’s just and it’s prudent
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| The rent don’t care about your movement
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| Rappin' about money and ain’t paid me a cent
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| I reserve Dwight
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| And refuse my services to any nigga for any reason
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| You gon' pay me tonight
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| For no other reason than it’s Count Bass blessin' season
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| Ain’t no more love, G, you gon' pay
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| I don’t care if you family, I don’t care if you just met me
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| Fair exchange, ain’t no robbery
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| You ain’t no better than DOOM, and DOOM paid me
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| You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
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| Likes and views will never get you fed
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| Payment is the only arrangement
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| You can give me exposure when I’m dead
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| You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
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| Likes and views will never get you fed
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| Payment is the only arrangement
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| You can give me exposure when I’m dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break Bread , by - Count Bass D. Song from the album Cbd, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп