Letras:
Bread Games Of Magic

Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no toaster

The History Book Hustlin In The Hall Naw, I Don't Spin On My Head I Spin My Work In The Pot So I Could Spend My Bread [Chorus:] And I'm Getting It...

bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapes from the fermenting hell halls of tragic Speaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap game Erasial, Excedrin

magic Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious Chino is the dopest worken water liek moses Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic How it match my ice and t shirt im packin and stackn bread

write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin'

ya You know you really wanna be rollin instead Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head Hey and sold ya for bread Findin the life

bounce back like elastic How you do that, I call it dope boy magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 Madden How you do that, I call it dope boy magic

stressin' to flip Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip I'm tryin' to show you where the bread

hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker" I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday