Mom, I Can't Breathe!

Aye

Im trippin I'm drippin' in green
Gased up but i'm whippin' for free
Stacks up but I'm shippin' the fees

Rap sucks But i'm spitting my piece
Itching' in fleece
Itchin' to speak

I got these lil sneaks but they made them in China our climate is sick with the greed
Aye
I don't need got no whip, ah
Im walkin and talking and spitting while in it
I'm gettin' my groceries and finish my business
Been in it for minutes been
Struggling wit it
My life ain't a picnic my life is a
Witness to murder me
Heard of me? verses are 3rd degree
I came in 1st, but I'm nervous it hurts to breathe
I been a testament, I been a specimen
You call me Lexa - I'm speaking terrestrial
Phoning my mom when she's home
I been resting, i'm training my body and mind for the next win
(Ooooh)
He got that blueee cheese
I'm Laccctose though but I'm dripping' whipped cream
(Eeee!)
Screaming with the best of them
I'm screaming with the best of em'
(Mom I can't breathe)
Screaming with the best of them
(Mom I can't breathe)
Screamin with the best "Momma I Can't Breathe"

I can smoke some weed, I don't need detained
I don't need to take a bullet for an ounce cocaine
I can speed a little, I got guns to my face
Ain't no way you'd get away with this in Outer Space
Boyyy

Who you working for

This ain't no testament
Police palease arrest em'

The chief is mean correct em'
The people need protecting why we see your knees on necks and shit

Damn they saying reckless shit
Damn they slaying recklessness

Cause I am, whatever you say I am
Get a hundred than run it up to Uncle Sam

Cause I am, whatever you say I am
Get a hundred than run it up to Uncle Sam
Move
I'm on the Loose
Tell em' move

I'm on the loose

What you do
I'm on the loose

Ain't a thug just a fast run

Ooof



Credits
Writer(s): Carter Brown Britz, Melody Joy Novak
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