Bread

Money on my mind like I keep 20's in my pillow

Planting my seed in the hopes this money tree might grows

Repetition like stepping to the line for a free throw

But the pressure's on

I tried to live my life right but life taught me how to live it wrong

Saw things I didn't recognize

I just knew that what I was seeing was really wrong

Dope fiends washing the cars like what are they really on?

That wavy feeling that stunk up the whole house

From the stove to the ceiling

Late nights alone trying to sleep with that spooky feeling

Ya'll know what I'm talking about?

If not I don't really wanna illustrate it

But it's better than you watching as I demonstrate it

Made me who I am now even though back then I would hate

But I was too young to do anything about it

Helpless as I had to take it

Wait I thought this was about mula

Cheese, cheddar, gouda

Bread, ends, money mothafuckas

Bottom line is signed by "Profit Margins"

Initials by Capitalism

Realism.