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Breathe
作詞:Nasir Jones, Jamal Sublett
In America, you'll never be free Middle finger's up, fuck the police Damn, can a nigga just breathe, breathe?
Bravehearts, still QB's Finest Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shinin' You can see a nigga breathe, breathe
Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Cruise with the hammer Jealous-hearted can't stand them, haters are scandalous Damn, can't a nigga just breathe, breathe?
To all my niggas getting money in the streets Middle finger's up, fuck the police Light up my trees and I just breathe, breathe
I twist them, baby momma beef victim Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with 'em wisdom From pot to pissin' to high position Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle
'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks 'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge Slams a mallet and says, ‽Lifeâ€, I'ma guap Then I cop, then I yacht, then I dock
Island hopping, away from nightmare holders Or cowboy slangers, who shoot up any club To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster Must be on X or he coked up, suggesting I post the bail
I'm like, yes, 'cause we soldiers We just getting older in time, we still in our prime I can't afford a new arrest on my folder Nigga breathe, breathe
In America, you'll never be free Middle finger's up, fuck the police 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Damn, can a nigga just breathe?
Bravehearts, still QB's Finest Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a nigga shinin' You can see a nigga breathe
Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted Can't stand them, haters are scandalous Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
To all my niggas getting money in the streets Middle finger's up, fuck the police Light up my trees and I just breathe
I'm fresh out of city housing, ain't have too many options Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded Plenty Henny in me, envy was simple they trend see My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
The high life, the fly life, Pierre Hardy, Imitation of Christ Iceware gaudy since '94 flossy The Lex was an excellent choice, now, fast forward me The pestilence of the ghetto informed me as a shorty
To push nothing less than a 740 with fresh linen Sip Pellegrino with heirs on They sick, mixing they water when airborne Oh, they so sick
Look how I got them going crazy, look at that You gotta let it out, stress ain't good, man You gotta breathe, breathe, breathe
America, we gotta [Incomprehensible] Breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe
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