I hop out the bed and read my Daily Bread (Good morning baby)
I told her kush for breakfast we're not making eggs (Wanna roll a pound)
My life feel like Snowfall and I'm Franklin (I know you see me)
Deposits only I just left the bank again (Rich Homie shit)
Let her suck it once she wanna taste again (Ooh)
I let her fuck me, hold the camera while I tape her friend (Yeah)
Got my bible and that pistol on the dresser (What else)
Got my foot back in ain't no way I'm gon' let up
Bought thousand dollar shoes just to go to church in
I spent forty thousand on my latest purchase
It's hard to see the hate through the Maybach curtains
Ain't no man in a world I would ever worship
Had to keep it in the streets I couldn't go commercial
Walk in with me while I'm performing promise they won't search you
I got some homies follow fee if I say it they hurt you
You can't help but to notice I'm poppin'
Been in my bag, except check out like I'm grocery shopping
In Magic Monday with them hoes they know that I got it
Shit, with all this money I'm 'posed to be cocky
How you ain't gon' get no string when you notice who shot you
I'm fighting these demons they grin when I'm sinning
Sixty seconds in my watch 'cause it's been a lil minute
And I bust down everybody neck by like ten of them bitches
Gotta say my prayers every night 'cause I live a lil different (Yeah, ayy)
I hop out the bed and read my Daily Bread (Good morning baby)
I told her kush for breakfast we're not making eggs (Wanna roll a pound)
My life feel like Snowfall and I'm Franklin (I know you see me)
Deposits only I just left the bank again (Rich Homie shit)
Let her suck it once she wanna taste again (Ooh)
I let her fuck me, hold the camera while I tape her friend (Yeah)
Got my bible and that pistol on the dresser (What else)
Got my foot back in ain't no way I'm gon' let up
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