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letra de break-fast - devin the dude

[verse]
i needed a loaf of bread
milk and eggs
store’s right around the corner, guess i’ll walk instead
saw a crack head lookin’ half dead
creepin’, just got through sleepin’ in the trap bed
but ’round here, dope fiends come a dime a dozen
got near, realized, “aw sh-t, that’s my cousin”
man, i ain’t even know that was you
here’s a couple of dollars
go get something to eat, holler
he started to follow and calling me
but a car pulled up, jammin’ [?]
my homie z who just robbed the flea market
got out and shot a n-gga, now he’s a target
as i gеt to the store, beforе i open the door
weed smoke’s in the air as the cold wind blow
i needed the zip, i made a ten feet trip
to the n-gga that was smoking one-deep in his whip
“where it’s at, homie?”
he pulled a gat on me
oh, that’s how you gonna act, tony?
he gave me two grams, maybe closer to three
then i walked inside for my groceries
and in the corner, bending over by the ice cream
for a pint, kind of nice with some tight jeans
told her, “give me some moo-llennium crunch”
she said, “n-gga, you can give me two-fifty a month”
i laughed, then i walked to the back
saw a dude with some food, putting it all in the sack
he said, “shh”
i said, “sh-t, huh, got nothing to do with that, n-gga, you the rat”
i got the cheese, got my eggs and milk
took it to the counter, paid for it then peeled
you know somebody got k!lled in that short of a time
laid out, body bl–dy with a bottle of wine
people all in the line
hollerin’ and cryin’
but this type of sh-t happen all of the time
i tried to pay it no mind
walking back to the house
saw a young brother with some crack in his mouth
getting his serve on
pistol in his front pocket with no shirt on
from out of nowhere, somebody sn-tched his gun
started busting at him, couldn’t do nothing but run
had to duck, got the f-ck up, out of there (i’m out of there)
bullets flying everywhere right by my ear
i hit the grass, held my bag real tight
but something just didn’t feel right
but i made it to the porch finally
looked back, the coast was clear behind me
i got my key, had to flee inside my crib
i can’t believe this is how i live
can’t cry over spilled milk
busted up a half a dozen of eggs but i forgot to get the bread
[outro]
d-mn, d-mn, i forgot to get my bread
gotta go back to the s- motherf-cking store to get my bread
huh

- devin the dude

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