Breathe

Could've been rich I was childish
Could've got killed on that avenue
Ima still post up right here for some hours
Would've been right here with Iggy
Just trying to keep pushing, but he pushing flowers
Plus he got shot in the back of his head
So I'm knowing his killer a coward
If it's eat or get ate we devour
We ain't leaving the cake for the power
Why the OG's ain't kick me no game
I was stuck in the Internet browsers
Sneaking freaks in my momma'nem houses
Before we fuck make them hop in the shower
Coppin Reggie'n'shit by the ounces
I couldn't even go put up a thousand
I couldn't really put up with them bitches not finto be sitting for domestic violence
Bitch I work my ass off what's the problem
Why you acting like I ain't got options
Why you fucking with niggas you know who don't fuck with a nigga
You been on some opp shit
All this smoke I been holding it hostage
They just waiting on junky to drop it
Need the whole bag
I don't fuck with deposits
I had the heart I was lacking the knowledge
Ain't tried to hide it the shit was too obvious
Whole lot of habits to break, but I'm honest
Off of the hip it went straight to his noggin
Outside of his house with a drake
Trying to sign him
Used to walk in the house with my gun trying to hide it
Now my momma say boy you look nice in them diamonds
They hating hella hard
I'm switching prices
Let him live
Knock him off
I'm indecisive
They only threats through government devices
Threaten through a text and you gon die typing
You gon die stitching
Ima die trying
Trying to get rich on all my down time
Ima take that risk, bitch I'm bout mine
Niggas in the house
They ain't outside
Why they steady scream out mob ties
Be the main ones to tell the cops why
And I got three niggas specific
3x3
That's a glock 9

Let that bitch breathe
Beaux Leaux told me let that bitch breathe
So Ima let that bitch breathe
Hold on
Let's go

Everybody get caught lacking that's why I don't leave my tool
Showed you all the love I could
But it ain't mean shit to you
Just cause we ain't cool don't mean we at war
Y'all boys confused
I ain't got no more talking
Fuck that shit just bust a move
And put some respect on my name
He gotta be sponsored by Nike that nigga be chasing a check in the rain
Getting better with pain
That shit used to get to me
I'm getting better with pain
My felons gon bang
I been with la Brice n shit talking bout Teslas and chains
I ain't tucking no chains
A nigga could reach for this bitch and get touched by them things
Where the money at
Fuck all the fame
I know Ima end up hall of fame
And these niggas gob end up just like Charlamagne
Talking that hot shit, but I can't complain
This what I signed up for
That comes with the game
We practice on niggas we see in the streets
The fuck I look like bringing guns to a range

Let that bitch breathe
Beaux Leaux told me let that bitch breathe
So Ima let that bitch breathe
Ima let that bitch breathe
Prolly playing catch back
With some freaks
You said who fucking with me
I aint in my bag yet
Nigga please