{"id":271235,"created_at":"2022-08-21 08:27:57","updated_at":"2025-06-28 11:23:03","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2022-08-21 08:27:57","original_id":null,"artist_id":131847,"title":"Gold Bread","slug":"gold-bread","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"(Intro)\r\n1846 You turned a rifle into a stick\r\n(Into a stick\u00d73,You know it's lit\u00d73)\r\nStreet boy(Driippy, 035, Rise Now!!)\r\n\r\n(Chorus)\r\nI act like a Sergeant, I move like a Captain\r\nYou can call me President, Mayor of this though \r\nI move in my Bando, I move like I'm Rambo\r\nMy level is wavy my timing is aiming I feel like Commando \r\n\r\n(StreetBoy)\r\nWhqt can i say, Everybody wanna get paid \r\nAny nigger wanna get laid, Any bitch wanna slay \r\nFacts i miss old days, When i was serving some bags \r\nYoung nigger i was mad, I was chasing some bread \r\nUntil i turned to a cat, I would spin around i couldnt flex \r\nI was still searching my way, And i found my wave \r\nYoung nigger im straight, I flex around with my raps \r\nYou can spin around and go flat, I can tell you niggers who cap \r\nBut all I want is some cash, So I raise around my flag and run around and say yeah \r\nAnd put my flex on the flash you can fuck with my name but you ain't fucking my game \r\nThats a suicide ain't playin I've been wanting that peace \r\nThey be wanting that beef I've been grinding for cheese \r\nAnd still miss the 3 it was schutchy jodiice and siim \r\nWe young wild and free to tell the fact you the king \r\nAt 64 in my uncle's house We made some noise ill be capping if i dont want somore\r\n\r\n(Driippy)\r\nWhat can i say myself\r\nMe and my niggas we bake the bread\r\nAnd then we break the bread with all the niggas we know they hate\r\nI got them reading tats right off of my back(Im gone)\r\nThey're tought that I'm savage so that's why they asking\r\nI'm a Bobtailed cat I grab a hand for my fanny bag(the weed)\r\nSmoke it in one place so you take the blame Now im in the game, \r\nShit got me blazing Im flamin I'm glazing \r\nPushing cannabi like its a trolley\r\nWearing my vest anggodoli\r\nMy arms looking like a male nodoli\r\nI dont take itrash nebhoshi\r\nI discipline angikphoxi\r\nNawe don't you act like you know me\r\nYou know my flesh not my story\r\nBetter not get in it's too gory\r\nOnly ezngasabigodi who walk alongside on my journey \r\nI call upon the stoner city gang,my niggas worst gang \r\nMy nigga schutchy cat you got my respect\r\nGinq iNgoba Futhi from my nigga Ton\r\nCause we got a lot of gqom to record\r\nIt's got a lot of sauce driipping on the floor\r\n(Now)Tell me where's the mop.","download_count":135,"play_count":28,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2025-06-28","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/630\/1cf\/c34\/thumb_870988_300_300_0_0_crop.png","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
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(Intro)
1846 You turned a rifle into a stick
(Into a stick×3,You know it's lit×3)
Street boy(Driippy, 035, Rise Now!!)
(Chorus)
I act like a Sergeant, I move like a Captain
You can call me President, Mayor of this though
I move in my Bando, I move like I'm Rambo
My level is wavy my timing is aiming I feel like Commando
(StreetBoy)
Whqt can i say, Everybody wanna get paid
Any nigger wanna get laid, Any bitch wanna slay
Facts i miss old days, When i was serving some bags
Young nigger i was mad, I was chasing some bread
Until i turned to a cat, I would spin around i couldnt flex
I was still searching my way, And i found my wave
Young nigger im straight, I flex around with my raps
You can spin around and go flat, I can tell you niggers who cap
But all I want is some cash, So I raise around my flag and run around and say yeah
And put my flex on the flash you can fuck with my name but you ain't fucking my game
Thats a suicide ain't playin I've been wanting that peace
They be wanting that beef I've been grinding for cheese
And still miss the 3 it was schutchy jodiice and siim
We young wild and free to tell the fact you the king
At 64 in my uncle's house We made some noise ill be capping if i dont want somore
(Driippy)
What can i say myself
Me and my niggas we bake the bread
And then we break the bread with all the niggas we know they hate
I got them reading tats right off of my back(Im gone)
They're tought that I'm savage so that's why they asking
I'm a Bobtailed cat I grab a hand for my fanny bag(the weed)
Smoke it in one place so you take the blame Now im in the game,
Shit got me blazing Im flamin I'm glazing
Pushing cannabi like its a trolley
Wearing my vest anggodoli
My arms looking like a male nodoli
I dont take itrash nebhoshi
I discipline angikphoxi
Nawe don't you act like you know me
You know my flesh not my story
Better not get in it's too gory
Only ezngasabigodi who walk alongside on my journey
I call upon the stoner city gang,my niggas worst gang
My nigga schutchy cat you got my respect
Ginq iNgoba Futhi from my nigga Ton
Cause we got a lot of gqom to record
It's got a lot of sauce driipping on the floor
(Now)Tell me where's the mop.
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