Thought I Heard (bread Winners' Anthem) Lyrics - Islah - Kevin Gates

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one 

Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one 

Me and my lil ho, we be out in public 

Catchin' feelin's, I be fuckin' ho without the rubber 

Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up a brother 

Disrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin' 

Shots fired, they playin', they just might hit me 

Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'em 

Catch you with your clique and do somethin' bad 

Talkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'Gram 

My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman 

They gon' let your lawyer partner rip when you not lookin' 

Success is nothin', I'm thuggin', I'm goin' out my mind 

When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside 

Talkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it's obvious 

Cause I'm gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' property 

I'm the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said it 

Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper 

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Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard 

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance 

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance 

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance 

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance 

Lookin' mark at me, that fraud, I'm bout to step on somethin' 

Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin' 

Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks? 

Shoutout everybody in the work and sell block 

Me and Molly Op with the 30 round Glock 

Breadwinner run party rockin' non-stop 

Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear ya 

Note to self, them niggas ain't really fuckin' witcha 

Note to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortable 

Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble you 

I don't get tired, when you tired it come from under you 

Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do 

Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer 

Bumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandana 

Ce-loo nigga, concentration camp anthem 

Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard 

(?), do the (?), watch that gold yellow 

Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold (?) 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner 

Got it out the mud and I got it hard 

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard