Mic check one two
To the three to the four
To the five to the six
Back to the two to the three
The Word is my meat
I evangelize on the beat
Flow with me
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
The game ain't nothing good
You could look forward to the jail house
Eating that commissary or six feet buried
No mail, no money, no visits they ain't coming out
But when you had them stacks everybody was coming out
Now you on ya back
Doing ten flat
Tell me is it really worth it doing business in the trap
Where the clothes where the rims where the jewels where the money at
Oh I know the lawyer enjoying that
Taking his kids to the park while yours all alone
Who gon raise them now reverse the Usher song cuz daddy gone
Up the river now mamma gotta take the throne
If she ain't out their busting it open teaching her lil girl how to throw it
Lil hooker number two that's where she going
Four years old dropping it low
But can't read, don't know her ABC's
Then you wan get jealous?
Cuz somebody else chose to do better
Cuz somebody else chose to apply the Letter
Its written
It teach you how to live, that's how I changed my living
Not weed
Not liquor
Not X
Not food
Not Xanax
Not syrup
Not sex
It didn't help me
You can get high as the sky but your problems won't fly
You just gon come down and have to go another round
I can't help it if I preach on every sound
I evangelize on the beat
The word is my meat
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No, No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Like grape jelly and peanut butter on the bread
But it's more like a seafood platter using Popeye's secret batter
Man shall not live on bread alone
That's the statue
But on every word from GOD
Yahshua the Most High
The True Vine
The Good Shepherd
The GOD of Israel
He doesn't sleep nor does he slumber his name is Immanuel
GOD with us, he has many cuz he's all things to us
Took many whips on his back
Took all sin from us
Now tell me is it really worth it to sin for stuff
I ask myself that
I ain't going back
At least that's what I pray he said he will keep us from falling
But I gotta keep my mind his spirit
Cuz this flesh wan act a dog and
I don't want to miss my calling
The word is my life, my bread I eat it till I'm barfing
Out everything that's not like him
Cuz he is Holy he takes no part in sin
No Part
Chyna Whyte - My Bread Lyrics
Chyna Whyte - My Bread Lyrics
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Mic check one two
To the three to the four
To the five to the six
Back to the two to the three
The Word is my meat
I evangelize on the beat
Flow with me
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
The game ain't nothing good
You could look forward to the jail house
Eating that commissary or six feet buried
No mail, no money, no visits they ain't coming out
But when you had them stacks everybody was coming out
Now you on ya back
Doing ten flat
Tell me is it really worth it doing business in the trap
Where the clothes where the rims where the jewels where the money at
Oh I know the lawyer enjoying that
Taking his kids to the park while yours all alone
Who gon raise them now reverse the Usher song cuz daddy gone
Up the river now mamma gotta take the throne
If she ain't out their busting it open teaching her lil girl how to throw it
Lil hooker number two that's where she going
Four years old dropping it low
But can't read, don't know her ABC's
Then you wan get jealous?
Cuz somebody else chose to do better
Cuz somebody else chose to apply the Letter
Its written
It teach you how to live, that's how I changed my living
Not weed
Not liquor
Not X
Not food
Not Xanax
Not syrup
Not sex
It didn't help me
You can get high as the sky but your problems won't fly
You just gon come down and have to go another round
I can't help it if I preach on every sound
I evangelize on the beat
The word is my meat
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No, No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Like grape jelly and peanut butter on the bread
But it's more like a seafood platter using Popeye's secret batter
Man shall not live on bread alone
That's the statue
But on every word from GOD
Yahshua the Most High
The True Vine
The Good Shepherd
The GOD of Israel
He doesn't sleep nor does he slumber his name is Immanuel
GOD with us, he has many cuz he's all things to us
Took many whips on his back
Took all sin from us
Now tell me is it really worth it to sin for stuff
I ask myself that
I ain't going back
At least that's what I pray he said he will keep us from falling
But I gotta keep my mind his spirit
Cuz this flesh wan act a dog and
I don't want to miss my calling
The word is my life, my bread I eat it till I'm barfing
Out everything that's not like him
Cuz he is Holy he takes no part in sin
No Part
To the three to the four
To the five to the six
Back to the two to the three
The Word is my meat
I evangelize on the beat
Flow with me
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
The game ain't nothing good
You could look forward to the jail house
Eating that commissary or six feet buried
No mail, no money, no visits they ain't coming out
But when you had them stacks everybody was coming out
Now you on ya back
Doing ten flat
Tell me is it really worth it doing business in the trap
Where the clothes where the rims where the jewels where the money at
Oh I know the lawyer enjoying that
Taking his kids to the park while yours all alone
Who gon raise them now reverse the Usher song cuz daddy gone
Up the river now mamma gotta take the throne
If she ain't out their busting it open teaching her lil girl how to throw it
Lil hooker number two that's where she going
Four years old dropping it low
But can't read, don't know her ABC's
Then you wan get jealous?
Cuz somebody else chose to do better
Cuz somebody else chose to apply the Letter
Its written
It teach you how to live, that's how I changed my living
Not weed
Not liquor
Not X
Not food
Not Xanax
Not syrup
Not sex
It didn't help me
You can get high as the sky but your problems won't fly
You just gon come down and have to go another round
I can't help it if I preach on every sound
I evangelize on the beat
The word is my meat
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No, No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets
Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat
No No baked potato
No cheese on the quiche
But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead
Like grape jelly and peanut butter on the bread
But it's more like a seafood platter using Popeye's secret batter
Man shall not live on bread alone
That's the statue
But on every word from GOD
Yahshua the Most High
The True Vine
The Good Shepherd
The GOD of Israel
He doesn't sleep nor does he slumber his name is Immanuel
GOD with us, he has many cuz he's all things to us
Took many whips on his back
Took all sin from us
Now tell me is it really worth it to sin for stuff
I ask myself that
I ain't going back
At least that's what I pray he said he will keep us from falling
But I gotta keep my mind his spirit
Cuz this flesh wan act a dog and
I don't want to miss my calling
The word is my life, my bread I eat it till I'm barfing
Out everything that's not like him
Cuz he is Holy he takes no part in sin
No Part
Writer: Stephanie Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, SEED SHOP LLC