.[Verse 1]
I make the bread like my grandmother>Ran numbers, tan butters, shooters, hustlers and gram cutters
Silk short, three-quarter V cream
Sing a sad song it's the corner fiend theme
Jean jacket bleach white, peach tight, clean Nikes
Three strikes trynna reach heights
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