No Bread, No Butter

Ahhh... Here we go again

No bread, no butter, no eggs, no cheese. A couple months of this and you're down on ya knees.

I wanna lick the grease drippin' down the pan

Y'all know there's no escapin' the reality that your food stamps is gone, and you've overdrawn your account

In a world like this it's hard for anyone to amount.

You got a drought comin' and this summertime heat got you working like a slave savin' up every dime

 

A dirty little shorty with dreams of Ice on his chain, steppin' up to the mic actin' profane

I got myself a dream, to entertain the nation with that sweet nectar lacin' my raps

Never in my life have I ever had a c-note in my pocket,

One day I’ll have me a fly pad, built on a foundation of my dreams, who woulda thought Harem’d make this kind of cream?

 

Paper, paper paper, Y’all

 

Lookin’ back on childhood, now it seems like it was pain and loneliness,

Back then I didn’t even want me a chain. I was just happy to have some dinner.

Blessings came in every way, every other day, momma sitting down at the dinner table.

Glad to have a fam that was willing and able

Our income was never stable, feast or famine and that was the life down in southeast H-Town.

 

Broken glass lined my bus stop as a kid, I wished I could swap lives with my neighbors down the block,

Their yards had a gate with no lock. Never had to stop dinner for a customer.

Never in their life they ever dive the dumpsters, never had a crazy motherfucker try to get you in their van,

never sprayed a Krylon can on a wall.

And they never took a fall for their brother man

 

Spitting out fire, and kids be hangin’ round me like moths to a flame, because I lay down my game, some call me insane, I’ll put the stain on your brain, you try to wash it out with some Gain, actin’ like you ain't feigned by my taint

Most dangerous kid on the block with a can of paint, civilian callin’ 911 time to make a complaint.