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letra de old town - daily bread & sts

[verse 1]
i pull up chevy thumping me and you
your mama and your cousin too
hey daily bread lets rock and roll
like we the mother f-cking motley crew
aye this the new atl, the other side of the trap
the south got something to say, therefore i can’t mumble rap
but ain’t to humble to mumble i got this strap on my lap
that’s just incase adjust your face
this ain’t the place to be caught out there
cause n-ggas out there
old school impalas pull up on you like woooo
three n-ggas hop up out that make you lay down slow
my patna just got jammed up up on campbelton road
shawty caught him slipping tripping off for them hoes
this that benz or a beamer rather clear coat the patina
don’t give a got d-mn gina bout that new sh-t
i’m just tryna get my ghetty greener patrick houston
pulling strings like a folk singer, fake joanna newsome

[verse 2]
i pull up chevy thumping pastor troy
we ready (we ready) i declare war
boy ain’t no play in ga, like pay in ncaa
and i can’t go back to broke, i feel like young nba
when i cruise thru a, light up a j and play the old school like will ferrel
but i ain’t joking pick up b-tches like wheel barrel
chickens on my charles d-ckens like a christmas carol
double r apparel styling like pinero
pull your card like a tarot over my dinero
wheeling like dinero, and let me make it clearo, this is not taxi
in something cl-ssy with something trashy
on mlk just p-ssed ashby
wondering is this great gatsby
the magnum opus that encomp-sses the dopeness
my gangsta and my wokeness
the player and hopeless
romantic that still believes in new beginnings and happy endings

[verse 3]
i parked the chevy bumping trap or die
thug motivation like it’s 05
that record still make the club get live
i lit a cig in the lot before i went inside
someone asked me for a lighter
we started talking said i’m a writer
said he’s a fighter and admirer the sweet science
the sheer reliance on strong will and pure defiance
to fight back when your backs against the rope
and all you have is hope
he opened quote
pressure bust pipes or make diamonds, close quote
and side note, edit credit big shot robert horry
the moral of the story this for the glory
i never let them box me in to one category
i’m in my comfort zone here, honest inventory
did for this city guess the city did for me

- daily bread sts

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