Vic Spencer - Daily Bread lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Don't be foolin' around, I tell the truth,

None of this is secret

(Verse)

Composing modern art for the most part

The rhymes' like a watering carp

This drag music scene of the city

Plottin', rollin' up with my nigga Twiggy

My cous' don't just hit it with a lick down in Mississippi

Told me we could make the shit happen if we had the money in Sidney

But I was too busy workin' hard, killin' these rappers

Till the point cash didn't matter

Most niggas don't deserve to live, but I don't wish death

Cause the life fuck all the niggas that's left

You used to tell me, man, fuck hoes, clothes and flows

When it's money to be made, if you wit me, let's go!

I said fuck that, I'm with my own route for the cash

Every time I seen him, he was scraped in gold

Hangin' with mainstream, back to the streets, backseat with heat

Passion inside, fuck with a freak

Next day act like he ain't do nothin'

Hell o' bank roll, put it in my hand and say lemme help you with your goals

It was tempting, but I hesitated

It was time for me to go to the booth, so I levitated

I forgot about this shit, hell, making music with doc

Four p.m., we didn't finish till 12 o'clock

When I left, cousin was still there, with the same bank rollin'

His other hand, and he added another four

I said, yo, whassup, cous', you must be trippin'

He said 'nah, the feds watchin' my ass, but I ain't slipping'

I didn't wanna take the fuckin' hand-out

I walked away and I took the motherfuckin' man route

Four days later, you niggas flossin' hard in the trunk

Playn unreleased for real and busta bust with me

He gon' be fresh, if the feds watch

Bicketry on his feet, his bed throt

From the block rappin', to the shit that I made three years ago

No body heard it befo', so they ain't even know I was cold

Now every nigga like 'mane, lemme get yo ass outta here'

I'mma get there on ym own, and them niggas like 'yeaaaaah'

I don't care if it take my last breath

I'm a skeleton, I'mma be doin' my dance of death

When I die, bury me with all my albums

And ? I won't ? dental album

If I had all my supporters from back in the day

There probably wouldn't be no Lupe or Yay

Just me, Three Suleyman and Three Blazin' and Sticky

You can hit me with all that bullshit very quickly

Walk down seventh night, all you see is mops and griffies

I'm in the carve-up with the locks and envy

Holler at my nigga Joe Motor Profit

About something that happened outta town, catastrophic

He like 'nigga, we got this'

(Hook x4)

Same shit, different day, for niggas

So I blaze up, sit back and just pray for niggas

(Outro)

(Mane, always raw, my niggas out here in the struggle, beatin' the system)

(Know what I'm sayn, I love my niggas)

(Praying for my niggas to death. Ah)

(Aw, for all my motherfuckers, still resting in peace)