Mvntana - Bread Up

Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up
Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up
Rap gave me all these amenities
Is all of that worth it though
When your friends become your enemies
All over some jealousy
Huh is that what you telling me
Pussy and weed only remedy
She throw it back give me energy
I spark a L give me clarity
I’m sipping elixir mix in my veins
Starting to feel like some venom
I’m wit some bitches yeah they all 10s
They run up pockets you let em
When my OGs talk I listen
Always take care of my brethren
If a nigga act rowdy
This 40 gon send him to heaven
Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up
Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up
I’m sipping elixir mix in my veins
Starting to feel like some venom
I’m wit some bitches yeah they all 10s
They run up pockets you let em
When my OGs talk I listen
Always take care of my brethren
Let a nigga get rowdy
This 40 gon send him to heaven
Plays I had to make
Options I had to weigh
Bitch now i’m back to that money
Hand my paper I graduated
Something bout paper so fascinating
Something bout paper so aggravating
Can’t live without
Bitch ima have to make it
Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up
Told my brothers get bread up
Let’s get this bread up
No matter the pressure
Always hold ya head up
I’m stacking this bread up
Martin king no Coretta
Wish this shit played out better
My baby girl fed up

Written by:
Martin Akerele

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