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Count Bass D – Break Bread lyrics
So what you're talking about is the way things should be
I'm talking about the way things are
[Verse 1]
And so it shall be in the last days
Fans will fade away, all accomplishments downplayed
When you run out of sick pay
401k is foreplay next to doomsday
The rainy days in full effect
I suspect your nerves are wrecked from the bills up to your neck
You can't buy groceries with respect
This time, come correct, protect what you collect
After all the hell you done been through
Undo the members of your crew that don't accrue
You already outdo what they ask you
Ride-or-die is cool, but tried-and-true is revenue
Take it from Count, that's the best route
Or do it your way, go all out for clout
They proffer lie, I prophesize
He won't get my money by bake sale or fish fry
[Chorus]
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
[Verse 2]
Behold the word of the game, came unto me, saying
No more taking shorts, these niggas paying
I don't do that many features
They say "ain't no budget"
Wearing Kanye sneakers
I'm the teacher, you're the student
Pay tuition, for it's just and it's prudent
The rent don't care about your movement
Rappin' about money and ain't paid me a cent
I reserve Dwight
And refuse my services to any nigga for any reason
You gon' pay me tonight
For no other reason than it's Count Bass blessin' season
Ain't no more love, G, you gon' pay
I don't care if you family, I don't care if you just met me
Fair exchange, ain't no robbery
You ain't no better than doom, and doom paid me
[Chorus]
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
I'm talking about the way things are
[Verse 1]
And so it shall be in the last days
Fans will fade away, all accomplishments downplayed
When you run out of sick pay
401k is foreplay next to doomsday
The rainy days in full effect
I suspect your nerves are wrecked from the bills up to your neck
You can't buy groceries with respect
This time, come correct, protect what you collect
After all the hell you done been through
Undo the members of your crew that don't accrue
You already outdo what they ask you
Ride-or-die is cool, but tried-and-true is revenue
Take it from Count, that's the best route
Or do it your way, go all out for clout
They proffer lie, I prophesize
He won't get my money by bake sale or fish fry
[Chorus]
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
[Verse 2]
Behold the word of the game, came unto me, saying
No more taking shorts, these niggas paying
I don't do that many features
They say "ain't no budget"
Wearing Kanye sneakers
I'm the teacher, you're the student
Pay tuition, for it's just and it's prudent
The rent don't care about your movement
Rappin' about money and ain't paid me a cent
I reserve Dwight
And refuse my services to any nigga for any reason
You gon' pay me tonight
For no other reason than it's Count Bass blessin' season
Ain't no more love, G, you gon' pay
I don't care if you family, I don't care if you just met me
Fair exchange, ain't no robbery
You ain't no better than doom, and doom paid me
[Chorus]
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
You heard what I said, make 'em break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is the only arrangement
You can give me exposure when I'm dead
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