Lyrics

Rolling dough between my digits  Stretch it out, can you dig it Double the flip, that religion Til the snow fall, everyday like Xmas
A Billi, that's the mission
Rubbed the genie the bottle
Made a couple wishes Come true, fam I'm so old school
I stay silent and just make moves
Threading the needle, bust grooves
If you ain't cookin' on ya own How could I trust you
Know too many customers say They would love to Trade places, trying to stroke up my ego
so I'm Changing Faces
 The Baker The Baker and the Breadmaker
I'm the Baker The Baker and the Breadmaker
The Baker I'm the Baker and the Breadmaker
The Baker
The Baker and the Breadmaker
 Suns up, it's time to go to work It goes down, I'm restless, being broke hurt Both hands in it, flour on my shirt Don't wanna talk about it, just want what I deserve

Suns up, it's time to go to work It goes down, I'm restless, being broke hurt Both hands in it, flour on my shirt Don't wanna talk about it, just want what I deserve

They tore down my spot, so I'm a nomad
Whipping and serving, it ain't so bad Ya'll fighting for crumbs, I want the whole bag
Do it to def, 'til I'm toe tagged
Yes, always been about the moolah So it's different points of views, I See the big picture, small thinking gets dwarfed
Go head and make the switch up
Been on it like this, nothing new
Stand on the shoulders of giants, for better view
Ain't no lie, the things I had to do For my supply, I supply, who supply you
 The Baker The Baker and the Breadmaker
The Baker I'm the Baker and the Breadmaker
The Baker The Baker and the Breadmaker
The Baker
I'm the Baker and the Breadmaker
 Suns up, it's time to go to work It goes down, I'm restless, being broke hurt Both hands in it, flour on my shirt Don't wanna talk about it, just want what I deserve

Suns up, it's time to go to work It goes down, I'm restless, being broke hurt Both hands in it, flour on my shirt Don't wanna talk about it, just want what I deserve
The Baker