Lyrics:
Don't move don't mothafuckin' breathe!
See I was raised to be fucknigga-free
If You don't like what I'm sayin', then fuck nigga leave!
I, stay far away
on a cellphone
Hit the ground, go to flexin' from a cellphone
Independent big girl and she got her own apartment
Every night she set the mood and she don't like
on another track, he boutta get loose, in a matter of fact, tell me I got mad goals, that I'm moving for, 1 by 1, 3 by 4, I'm gonna hit them goals, when I hit
been tryna run the game
Make my strain and sell the game
Trap and make your lane
Cash in for the green
I just need to breathe
We be at the party
walk past me
Ima athlete
Run this rap game like a track meet
Since I'm the King they be bowing
Down when they come around me
I'm met the plug he told me
Why do people keep hatin' on me?
I don't really know
I can't, I can't breathe
Let ya' boy grow (yeah)
Let ya' boy grow (hey)
Let me hit the woah
All
Draw down like the cops, fuck nigga, freeze
Run me my fuck nigga fee
Talkin' 'bout you trappin', your shit better be cheap
We'll go 'cross your head
poppin, hot rocks
Made the tall one, pop lock
After that, hit hopscotch
Hit the bank for a bigger part, for the fam that been torn apart
From Carolina, new
the baseline groovin'
You'd rather run around for a nigga with a fluke hit
But when I press play you be like "hold up that's yo shit?"
I got melodies
Never
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running
the train by myself i had to toughen up
O.G. used to work out everyday to get his muscles up
Just to get shot by a younging tryna throw uppercuts
My bro been
got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by
need a second to catch up
Dax is on a tear
And they're lookin' for backup
Semi-automatic, and I hit like a Mack truck
Breathe, huh huh, huh huh
And I
Breathe
How was that rate
Me Me (Yea)
Run it back girl
Please Please (Uh)
Out of fuel on
E E (Yea)
Time to nap go
Sleep Sleep
Baby I’m down not out (Yea)
just hit up J
We goin a dinner date
After that I penetrate
Get up in her vertebrae
I can see into the future
Nissan, watch me innovate
I could point out
Show me how to breathe again
Give me a reason to end
This pain and all the suffer
Is there something, can I wait?
It's hard to believe again
Is it
but a big ole bully
Ever run up on little ole me you stupid
I send the word make it harder to breathe
Park right on your curb and just prop up my feet
coming to a screeching stop
They want us outta here
We evicted
1-8-7 by an undercover cop
Knee on the neck I can't breath
Now everybody sayin' my name
and spontaneous
I like this, pop out, soon as you hit the light switch
Run and then all a sudden you fall like the white chicks
Might have to crush your Adam's
run up it get hazardous)
(Know a couple niggas really ran track
You cud do better cause ya man's wack)
Uhh
There's a beast in my soul ain't no taming
just hit a homerun on the first take
Grand slam shawty Ima knock it out the park
Nigga run up on me bitch you know I let it spark
21 Savage nigga grew up
way
Bitch, it's Majin Slump, Sopita Drip
Run it up, we don't give no fucks
By the time you hear about us, my nigga, you don't run outta luck
Ridin' in
me out my two-three
In my zone, it gets spooky
When this pen hits it's loose leaf
I'm jabbing for fun
They boxin' one when I get groovy
I run and I gun
made by PACIFIC
Kicked a SHORT LINE
Shorty was mine
She was with it
I got the digits
But never got the CHANCE to hit it
[ Phantasm ]
At PARK PLACE
Hit
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