Bread Winners

No news today

No bad news today

No bad moods today

Nothin' to prove today

No news today

No bad news today

Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray

I got a call from my nigga Maco doin' a bid

Thirty years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid

Put a smile on his face to see me doing my shit

I asked did he have commissary and he said "This shit lit"

And his mom just graduated, she just got a degree

And on the phone, I hear his bleed, he 'bout as proud as can be

We spent an hour reminiscing how he was wildin' in the street

But by his attitude, you'd think he's getting out in a week

He told me-

No news today

No bad news today

No bad moods today

Nothin' to prove today

No news today

No bad news today

Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray

Ay, runnin' in the road, that's bad news

Gang-affiliated tattoos

Stakes is high like Wagyu but shit, who asked you?

Top down in the Jag' coupe

Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group

Okay now, got bread, so I'm stayin' out the way now

First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down

Plain janes, no more bustdowns

Bro just came home from a touchdown

I told him "Don't look back or **** 'round"

He never listened, say you on demon time, this that exorcism

Bro coppin' lows, it's off my name, they throw some extras in it

So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage

My daughter's the heiress princess, I took her to Paris, Venice

Her closet embarrass bitches

Chanel diaper bag, **** it, I don't like to brag

She fly just like her dad

Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes

Think about this life of mine while listening to Life and Times

No news today

No bad news today

No bad moods today

Nothin' to prove today

No news today

No bad news today

Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray