Lyrics Panadería - Xiuhtezcatl, G YAMAZAWA

Panadería

K payasos no manches
Ellos no saben
Since the day I took my first step I been running
Running with the pack, yah that’s all I ever wanted
Broken home, split by a border, house haunted
Borderline struggling for water out the faucet
Hiding when police would come, calakas in the closet
Con nada in my pocket
From running out options
To running up the balance
I been making more deposits
I was only 17 pulling six figures from the mezzanine
That shit came from vision, mad precision and my energy
As soon as paper comin in now everybody stressing me
Evn without the money I’m still something thy could never be
I’m making bread, how I make it last?
Spread it round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Get the money gotta move it fast
Dead presidents mean nothing
When they stole our land
I’m just goin off
I been goin off
Find me top five
I’m leading the flock
You make in a week what they keep they sock
List me top three
Other two I’mma crossin em off
You wasn’t in mind when they cut the cloth
Fans ain’t satisfied with the shit you brought
Opening the gates I just cut the lock
They love the way I talk
See me down the block
What you selling
Street game on 11
Came in the game weak when it come down to comparing
What you wearing
Thread count minimal
I personify my lineage within the visuals
They say I’m a crazy individual
You is not a gangster you ain’t spritual (it's true)
We ain’t parallel that’s just principal
Prince Ashitaka how I’m riding for my village tho
I’m making bread, but how I make it last?
Spread it round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Get the money gotta move it fast
Dead presidents mean nothing
When they stole our land
And y’all know how there ain’t nothing that mean more than land
The prayer, the shaking hands of a mortal man
It rain from the sky if only you know the dance
Talkin to higher power like orale
I’m jus goin in
I’m jus goin in
Seem like money goin out
Nothing flowing in
How the fuck you loan me five and now I owe ya ten
Lookin back I think the grind was like my only friend
All of them presidents dead but I think they born again (what you say?)
Reincarnated darth vaders I’m tryn tell ya
Workaholic behavior all in my father nature
But we ain’t fully healed
Jus cause the scars faded
Money car fame
Money cause pain
Money grow on trees
Money down the drain
Money wash brains
Money cost a lot
Money cost change but
Money might
Let you leave a light
For the dark days
I’m making bread, how I make it last?
Spread it round the barrio, shit, we need more than cash
Get the money gotta move it fast
Dead presidents mean nothing
When they stole our land
You ain’t get the revenue or reference
How I make the mastery look effortless
I’m finally floating in my element
I’m balancing hustle with the Elegance’s
Is hella lit