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got my bread up - dee scoring & rell vert lyrics

[verse 1: rell vert]
they keep prayin’ that i lack, but i got to keep my head up
don’t think that this sh*t is sweet, since i been rappin’ and i got my bread up
free fo’nem who ain’t said none
he got clapped with his homie that’s a and*1
where the opps block
ain’t got a mil’, but i’m finna get one
ain’t got a house yet, but i’m finna buy one
going crazy, [?]
take off amiri [?] go buy some
back then i was broke [?] have none
now i’m dipped in the latest fashion
hate when my b*tch be naggin’
he not like that he actin’
make one call he disappear like magic
[?] have it
my bro shoot good could’ve played for the mavericks
i don’t feel sorry for that dead b*tch she was lackin’
favorite opp died now it’s crackin’
shots split his body like he a fraction

[verse 2: dee scoring]
yeah, b*tch, huh
chop split him and leave him in pieces
my opps shop at the mall [?] neiman’s
just touched down in the a and vert got a perc’ for me, thank god i been feinin’
white boy with a switch, i’ll shoot for no reason
i’ll pop your ass i’m not slim jesus
[?] b*tch from the ‘raq, she got three kids i think her name [?]
[?] gon’ keep her
i’ll leave a b*tch, i ain’t gon’ [?]
just stepped on three of the opps in the same shoes, now i got bl**dy sneakers
got stripes just like i’m adidas
[?] wearing no filas
we bounced out on his ass in all black with a green beam, barely can see us

- dee scoring rell vert lyrics

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