I need more bread why would I need more friends?

I chase the bag with bags in my eyes, time is money, I'll sleep when I'm dead

I gotta do what I do to survive, but the feds want me in the pen

I don't gangbang, but I ride for my guys, I'm EBK, I make P's instead

I been 'bout bread, but touch one of mine I'll hop on the back of a PCX

I heard he got nicked and sung to the feds, can't claim my man, he's a neek, he's wet

Bro had to Google map to the trap the dings ain't have no GPS

Them hoes ain't fuck with the kid back then, now they're askin' when they can see me next

I pray 5ive O don't pick up the scent, I'mma get rich or die tryin'

This shit started from flippin' a Z, I was OT tryna find clients

But now I get racks on racks, I ain't tickin' again, don't call if you ain't on buyin'

I keep me a shank, can't slip in the ends, cah I come from Izzy where youts are dyin'

I come from Izzy where youts get got, they call us posh when they see the tourist attractions

None of them been to the blocks, 'cause really I grew up 'round trappers and bangers

I should be a stat, but I even'd the odds, guys can't roll with me, so they plot

They hate the fact that I'm makin' racks, but it's only right for the people I lost

I need more bread why would I need more friends?

I chase the bag with bags in my eyes, time is money, I'll sleep when I'm dead

I gotta do what I do to survive, but the feds want me in the pen

I don't gangbang, but I ride for my guys, I'm EBK, I make P's instead

I need more bread why would I need more friends?

I chase the bag with bags in my eyes, time is money, I'll sleep when I'm dead

I gotta do what I do to survive, but the feds want me in the pen

I don't gangbang, but I ride for my guys, I'm EBK, I make P's instead