Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panadería, artist - XiuhtezcatlDate of issue: 08.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |