Lyrics:
Today, I want you to focus on your breathe more than anything
Focus on breathing in sync with your movement
Inhaling and exhaling from your nose
You
when they ask me what I believe in
I am made for this
I know that I am deserving
Of every single reward after putting the time and work in
Placing my
watch yourself,
This movement is heavily endorsed
By the streets and elites that pack heat.
So let me tell you what it means,
To be birth from the abyss.
I know you mad but that's not what's on your mind
I know you'd rather have me sitting by your side
I know you feel this way when not blinded by pride
of the game and get so far in music
Try to piggy back off careers listen that's kinda stupid
I'm here pick a bone any bone I have to do it
Let my art write this
Who is that on the track, another brother from East
Come up on the scene, you know we get the party kicking
The ambiance is clean, you know that
be you the boy for don go astray
I for don run many miles go far away
I'm the most grateful soul oh
Papa dey dey for me oh
Cos on my way to blow oh
Omo
the River Bollin, nestled and surrounded by
The soggy weaving Cheshire hills it breaks the local stereotype
This English working-class vibe, a tight nit
Shit would go Far
But now you runnin' outta drive
Ain't got no gas in ya car
So fuck it im pushin' by myself
Had to get out and walk
Cause nigga time is
west in my Scott phase getting mentored by Kanye
Then I moved East to the m state now I rep L in the same way
But I don't ever take none Ima stand up til
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
the days when the youths dem used to  play,have dem adventures in the park
When the man dem from the east, linking with the west
 love inna the north
She had a bad dream in the back seat
The same one as yesterday, the same one as last week
Surrounded by her favorite favorites,
Elmo, Barbie, her
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a
buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So
I run the track by lacing the strings and the bass kicks
That's the basics
And then wear the loop like bracelets
I will forever write thorough
sloppy toppy
One call too my shooter he say copy
Smokin on dubbys
Neck and wrist far from basic
Euro trips I'm out on vacation
Came from the bottom
a way
What more can I say
Uh huh
I just need a peace of mind or a dollar sign gotta get mine
By any means chase my dreams
Mama told me you can have it
I don't like,
False claiming, and you aint' never put in work,
Not a day in ya' life,
You got robbed by your own,
And act like that ain't happen
from?" By
That pine tree over there
"Which one?" To the west, or the east
Don't know where never mind
He went behind that white oil tank
"But there's 9
the units and I dramatize the eulog'
Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted
All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited
I
cornea
Living the art of peace daily
With visions of Gandhi
And goes to organize the
Masses like movements of
Magnificent brother robbed it natural
Like
Yeah
You far too different to be fuckin' with regular
You a treasure, huh?
Fire got you raisin' the temperature
Swift movement
We gon' need a camera
backing
We won't be fooled by your prepackaged rebellion
Bought and sold by corporate fuckheads
When you work with the enemy that
Makes you the same
down in the cold night
In a big old beast moving east
And no one minded in the least
Except his mama, who he didn't even call
And who still left
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