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Smoothe Da Hustler - I'm About My Bread (feat. Trigger Tha Gambler) Lyrics
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Yeah, I mean this is what real niggas do, you know what I'm saying, real recognize, real
The weak get weeded out, that's how the game go
Solo album, I was dolo, no features all me, just venting about the street and that's real
Then I put Trig and Khryst on it cause niggas was hype on them and boom, all three of us had deals, I was profile
They were no doubt def jam, and were they jams deaf? Doubt no
For you backward ass cats, the label, opt to keep them in the stable, but hey, they was out the door
Now back in 94, I was talking that my everyday lifestyle, ain't nothing but a hustle shit, remember
Fast forward to the present, niggas doing my past, on some old smoothe da hustler shit
And since the label I signed with, fineprint, was in my favor, I took it upon myself to get ghost
I appreciate the help you gave me, but hell, you ain't made me, that's why your boy stay on his tiptoes
Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed, that train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread. F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt. Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block. He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread. It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop. Cause I'm about my bread
And yo, being that the game ain't the same, I hesitated. Designate spots, kept it snowing in the heat
Not a cloud in sight, I make it rain while I rain on parades
A line of nines blowing in the street, they call me Hustler
A lot of impostors on the roster, so you can call me Shotgun Slim
Nah Ice ain't my manager, he more like fam and ugh
If I need something, I hotline him
Hands in everything, my homie went left like a wedding ring
Guess that was the right thing to do, dumb business move
Smart on a personal note, get hurt, I don't f*ck with shysty dudes
I press and move my own CD, from my phone CB
Next tell a nigga where the ship shop
And being that it's me, I get the love as a true MC
Now the objective is get guap, get, get get guap
Distribution got lost, his connection got crossed
That train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread
F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt
Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block
He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread
It was too much greed, made a Hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop
Cause I'm about my bread
Ain't near rapper out moving keys in Brooklyn
Outside the borough, that's conflict
We had a rep for getting dumb
A nigga act stupid, I'm quick to step to the nonsense
But since none of y'all ain't want none, it's been calm since
Cats stop and ask what's popping
I tell them shots
I'm from a place where the cops get popped
Gat cocked when you passing watch it
Now watch this
Homegirl do anything for me
Told me she a rider for life
I wanted to test that
So I passed the chicken head, head crack
And told her she could ride tonight
Look miss, I don't chase chicks, I chase chips
She got her poker face on trying to get my cash
She want me to ante up before I take a hit
So I kissed her on the cheek, told her to kiss my ass
I'm bout my bread
Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed
That train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread
F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt
Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block
He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread
It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop
Cause I'm about my bread
Self explanatory
Smoothe Da Hustler
08
SMG
Sex money and guns
End of story
I'm about my bread
Yeah
I'm about my bread
I'm about my bread
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Yeah, I mean this is what real niggas do, you know what I'm saying, real recognize, real
The weak get weeded out, that's how the game go
Solo album, I was dolo, no features all me, just venting about the street and that's real
Then I put Trig and Khryst on it cause niggas was hype on them and boom, all three of us had deals, I was profile
They were no doubt def jam, and were they jams deaf? Doubt no
For you backward ass cats, the label, opt to keep them in the stable, but hey, they was out the door
Now back in 94, I was talking that my everyday lifestyle, ain't nothing but a hustle shit, remember
Fast forward to the present, niggas doing my past, on some old smoothe da hustler shit
And since the label I signed with, fineprint, was in my favor, I took it upon myself to get ghost
I appreciate the help you gave me, but hell, you ain't made me, that's why your boy stay on his tiptoes
Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed, that train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread. F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt. Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block. He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread. It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop. Cause I'm about my bread
And yo, being that the game ain't the same, I hesitated. Designate spots, kept it snowing in the heat
Not a cloud in sight, I make it rain while I rain on parades
A line of nines blowing in the street, they call me Hustler
A lot of impostors on the roster, so you can call me Shotgun Slim
Nah Ice ain't my manager, he more like fam and ugh
If I need something, I hotline him
Hands in everything, my homie went left like a wedding ring
Guess that was the right thing to do, dumb business move
Smart on a personal note, get hurt, I don't f*ck with shysty dudes
I press and move my own CD, from my phone CB
Next tell a nigga where the ship shop
And being that it's me, I get the love as a true MC
Now the objective is get guap, get, get get guap
Distribution got lost, his connection got crossed
That train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread
F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt
Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block
He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread
It was too much greed, made a Hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop
Cause I'm about my bread
Ain't near rapper out moving keys in Brooklyn
Outside the borough, that's conflict
We had a rep for getting dumb
A nigga act stupid, I'm quick to step to the nonsense
But since none of y'all ain't want none, it's been calm since
Cats stop and ask what's popping
I tell them shots
I'm from a place where the cops get popped
Gat cocked when you passing watch it
Now watch this
Homegirl do anything for me
Told me she a rider for life
I wanted to test that
So I passed the chicken head, head crack
And told her she could ride tonight
Look miss, I don't chase chicks, I chase chips
She got her poker face on trying to get my cash
She want me to ante up before I take a hit
So I kissed her on the cheek, told her to kiss my ass
I'm bout my bread
Distribution got lost, his connections got crossed
That train he jumped off, he was forced
Cause I'm about my bread
F*ck getting help, he played what was dealt
Gun up on his belt, that's how he felt
Cause I'm about my bread
Cause when he made it to the top, he faded from the block
He hated going pop, he was hot
Cause I'm about my bread
It was too much greed, made a hustler wanna leave
Labels screaming out, plea for him to drop
Cause I'm about my bread
Self explanatory
Smoothe Da Hustler
08
SMG
Sex money and guns
End of story
I'm about my bread
Yeah
I'm about my bread
I'm about my bread
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Writer: Damon Smith
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