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    In America you'll never be free
    Middle fingers up, fuck the police
    Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?

    Braveheart, still QB's Finest
    Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
    Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe

    Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis
    Cruise with the hammer, jealous heart, they can't stand him
    Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe?

    To all my niggas getting money in the streets
    Middle fingers up, fuck the police
    Light up my trees, and I just breathe

    [Verse 1]
    I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim
    Chronic leaf hittin', all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
    From pot to piss in 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 life I'ma guap, then I cop
    Then I yacht, Then I dock
    Island hopping away from nightmare holders
    Or cowboy slingers who shoot up any club
    That see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
    Must be on Ex or he coked up, suggesting I post a
    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


    [Verse 2]
    I'm fresh out of city housing, and have too many options
    Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded
    Plenty henna in me, envy was simply they trend, see
    My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
    The high life, the fly life
    Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
    Ice-wear 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 nothin' less than a 740
    With fresh linens, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on
    They sick, mixing they water with airborne

    Oh, they so sick!
    Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that!
    You gotta let it out, stress...ain't good man
    You gotta breathe

    America, we gotta be free

    Breathe... [x4]

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