Panadería Lyrics

Xiuhtezcatl Lyrics


K payasos no manches

Ellos no saben

Since the day I took my first step I been running

Running with the pack, yah that’s all I ever wanted

Broken home, split by a border, house haunted

Borderline struggling for water out the faucet

Hiding when police would come, calakas in the closet

Con nada in my pocket

From running out options

To running up the balance

I been making more deposits

I was only 17 pulling six figures from the mezzanine

That sh*t came from vision, mad precision and my energy

As soon as paper comin in now everybody stressing me

Evеn without the money I’m still something thеy could never be



I’m making bread, how I make it last?

Spread it round the barrio, sh*t, we need more than cash


Get the money gotta move it fast

Dead presidents mean nothing

When they stole our land



I’m just goin off

I been goin off

Find me top five

I’m leading the flock

You make in a week what they keep they sock



List me top three

Other two I’mma crossin em off


You wasn’t in mind when they cut the cloth

Fans ain't satisfied with the sh*t you brought

Opening the gates I just cut the lock

They love the way I talk

See me down the block



What you selling

Street game on 11

Came in the game weak when it come down to comparing

What you wearing

Thread count minimal



I personify my lineage within the visuals

They say I’m a crazy individual

You is not a gangster you ain’t spritual

We ain’t parallel that’s just principal

Prince Ash*taka how I’m riding for my village tho



I'm making bread, but how I make it last?

Spread it round the barrio, sh*t, we need more than cash



Get the money gotta move it fast

Dead presidents mean nothing

When they stole our land



And y’all know how there ain’t nothing that mean more than land

The prayer, the shaking hands of a mortal man

It rain from the sky if only you know the dance

Talkin to higher power like orale



I'm jus goin in

I’m jus goin in

Seem like money goin out

Nothing flowing in

How the f**k you loan me five and now I owe ya ten

Lookin back I think the grind was like my only friend



All of them presidents dead but I think they born again

Reincarnated darth vaders I’m tryn tell ya

Workaholic behavior all in my father nature

But we ain’t fully healed

Jus cause the scars faded



Money car fame

Money cause pain

Money grow on trees

Money down the drain

Money wash brains



Money cost a lot

Money cost change but

Money might

Let you leave a light

For the dark days



I’m making bread, how I make it last?

Spread it round the barrio, sh*t, we need more than cash



Get the money gotta move it fast

Dead presidents mean nothing

When they stole our land



You ain’t get the revenue or reference

How I make the mastery look effortless

I’m finally floating in my element

I’m balancing hustle with the Elegance’s

Is hella lit




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