Pirooz Beats - Monkey Bread lyrics

[Verse 1] We stressed And we depressed WeedWe stressed And we depressed Weed press on my weak chest I don't need rest Cuz I've been blessed Do this sh** So y'all ingest My brain food So painful Paintbrush, I paint views I can't blush I ain't you It came true I told you Poke holes Don't go through No sh** Eat tofu Your soul proves That your mood Based solely On your food Been a kid Everyday Try to give Myself a break Don't hesitate Must levitate And elevate [hook] Been about my money Bout my biness Kinda funny How we living Wnen we know that we dependent Been about my money Never spend it Never had it Never hand it Wanna buy me Nah, forget it [Verse 2] And don't smoke f** you think This ain't no joke All these kids Ain't got no dough Cuz they so broke But they won't choke They cough cash Toss f*gs in a pot of ash Floss brains like An honest jab Dumb it down Now I gotta dab Now I gotta skrt No I gotta burp Selling out cuz it never hurts And I never learn Cuz I'm f**ing scurred Done with the f**ing slurs But not done with the f**ing swears Still trynna be nice I swear They trynna be wise I care They trynna be right I dare To deny the appliance That some might wear I'm higher than buzz lightyear I'm trying to disappear But I am visionaire Never the kid to bear The flare Several burdens to bear An abundance of care Chasing a hundred For hunger I'm near tear peers [Bridge] Been about my money and I've been about my business (8x) [Verse 3] That's the case That I've been made and That basket place Where I've neen raised in I ask the best If they still friends And I'm out of place No entrance When I storm the bar Strict faces Worried bout they Dick placement Whoring out They get a bit racist When they hit that gym They gon binge Ain't sh** Gonna stop the boys From pumping and shining Bumping and grinding They puppets admiring The trumpets They shut up for hire And I front just as another guy When I f** up I'm wondering why Buck up and ride Causing ruckus Got nough of the shine And I'm up and I'm ducking The prime dime Gotta hustle And find time Who the f** gonna hide Mine Gotta run up The guide lines To the fine times That I have in mind If you want I can grab a dime For a dozen times That I have been through All the frozen times Of the has been crew All my bros is fine When they cut me loose Don't nobody wanna see me lose