Nicanor - Break Bread Lyrics

High school drop out tryna get rich
F*ck your music, chain, car, homies, and your bitch
I'm a major key, I put that on my Momma's residence
F*ck Donald Trump, I want dead presidents
The past behind me, failure ain't an option
I won't stop until my crew is straight up outta Compton
That's a metaphor for those of you who kinda slow
I'm from the R-E-N-T-O-N just so you know
From cruising with the homies in Lopez' broken whip
Getting lit, doing bad shit, then jump back in and dip
To making records that they call an instant classic
When the commas up they still gon' call it a classic
Dropped out of high school November twenty-second
Now I'm counting every moment of my life in seconds
I ain't got no time to waste, reality I gotta face
I won't ever slow my pace until the day that I can

Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread
Break bread, break bread, break bread

Oh f*ck! I just hit that shit

Break bread with my people, bust lead at the evil, break bread
Break bread with my people, bust lead at the evil, break bread