Matt Narks & The LX - Bread & Butter (with Barry Talk)

Cooking with LX yea gotta keep my brother close
Cuz Hands spread like butter when you cut the loaf
Got me feeling I should up the toast
Don't tempt me I'll burn it all 'til it's up in smoke
Gully Black skully the whip tinted
It's about to get mad ugly like ten gremlins
Feet muddy hands bloody skin blemished
You the type to let your team down you Ben Simmons
I'm the type to hold the team down and get to business
If your man's a clown don't that make you Grimace
You chase beef like Hamburglar
I go beast and eat beats I'm a murderer
You not stand up and that's one thing I'm certain of
In your back you don't have one real vertebra
Think they know my path but they ain't see the pot holes
And they can't step in my zapatos
That's why It's just me and my muchachos
Squad goals put the cake first like a thot pose
Life ain't a battle of who struggle most
Good and evil you gotta juggle both
Peace of mind I asked God for a double dose
I self reflected in the mirror I'm in love with both
Cooking with LX keep my brother close
It's a lot of squares with bread we call 'em buttered toast
Cut these notes it's two layered like a couple coats
Paint pictures with every brush I stroke
It hurt me to see you lose
But it's getting out of hand like turkey drawings in school
Nets been left but Jersey is on the move
Heard the streets hungry serving 'em all this food
I ain't toxic I don't have opps in my optics
We just book flights to the tropics
Hot like hibachi you gotta bring the chop sticks
Just know I got this

Written by:
Anthony Edwards, Barry Gulledge, Matthew Narkaus

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