Breathe
I'm in my bag
I'm in my zone
I'm tryna go get some more or sum
She on my dick
She on the team
You better come get your hoe or sum
This is real life no fabrication
I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred
Stop at the store to go get me a backie
I know I'm good ima keep the car running
See a check I'm a hundred miles and running
Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon
Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing
Aint no plug ever mufucking front me
If he say he did that nigga fronted
Buss the package now the house smell like onions
No stunt double I'm the one stunting
My power level way past a hundred
My bitch way exotic past the tropics
Treat her like designer ima see her and cop her
Like the grease that be cooking the bacon I'm poppin
They like turn up that song got the whole trunk knocking
It ain't no in between I'm the option
It ain't no middle man its a socket
Like a 4 5 6 it go straight to the top
How she slide down the pole make my whole heart drop
whoa, whoa, whoa,breathe breathe
She keep calling my phone like she need me
Like mike jackson she know ima beat it
Tell em this is that water like Fiji
And you know you got to pay for that feature
Yea I know I been winning for a long time
But lil rockstar is not undefeated
All them loses they turned into lessons
And them hard times turned into blessings
They cant get the best of us no way
And a small fry is never gone stress me
You get wet like a salad we dress ya
Be direct if its really some pressure
Tell your people to keep all the lectures
Swat the bullshit away I deflect it
She a mirror of me a reflection
She know she fuck with a real deal stepper
But her on some ways to go get the cheddar
Girl spread your wings baby wanna see you do better
Got both of our EXs real deal jealous
We fuck out of space on a whole other level
I need bezels on watches and pendants on necklace
No standup but most of these niggas be hecklers
My life a movie and im the director here
Pick up the speed some more put it in seventh gear
We take a trip and we land out of space somewhere
I am the pilot you the co pilot
They cant keep up with this shit cause we stylish
I need your brain baby you so intelligent
Smelling like shea butter I feel you heaven sent
Saying rich breathe but they need to let me vent
Yea they need to let me vent
Duck low in the car with the 5 percent
Cant fall out with the guys we for life with this
Make it rain in the club you through lil mist
Let a nigga throw dirty and i bet he miss
Get to close to the snake and i bet it hiss
Get your finger bit get your crew hit
They like who this on the new shit
Oh thats him he ruthless
They like who this on the new shit
Oh thats him he ruthless
I'm in my bag
I'm in my zone
I'm tryna go get some more or sum
She on my dick
She on the team
You better come get your hoe or sum
This is real life no fabrication
I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred
Stop at the store to go get me a backie
I know I'm good ima keep the car running
See a check I'm a hundred miles and running
Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon
Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing
Ain't no plug ever mufucking front me
If he say he did that nigga fronted
Buss the package now the house smell like onions
No stunt double i'm the one stunting
My power level way past a hundred
I'm in my zone
I'm tryna go get some more or sum
She on my dick
She on the team
You better come get your hoe or sum
This is real life no fabrication
I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred
Stop at the store to go get me a backie
I know I'm good ima keep the car running
See a check I'm a hundred miles and running
Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon
Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing
Aint no plug ever mufucking front me
If he say he did that nigga fronted
Buss the package now the house smell like onions
No stunt double I'm the one stunting
My power level way past a hundred
My bitch way exotic past the tropics
Treat her like designer ima see her and cop her
Like the grease that be cooking the bacon I'm poppin
They like turn up that song got the whole trunk knocking
It ain't no in between I'm the option
It ain't no middle man its a socket
Like a 4 5 6 it go straight to the top
How she slide down the pole make my whole heart drop
whoa, whoa, whoa,breathe breathe
She keep calling my phone like she need me
Like mike jackson she know ima beat it
Tell em this is that water like Fiji
And you know you got to pay for that feature
Yea I know I been winning for a long time
But lil rockstar is not undefeated
All them loses they turned into lessons
And them hard times turned into blessings
They cant get the best of us no way
And a small fry is never gone stress me
You get wet like a salad we dress ya
Be direct if its really some pressure
Tell your people to keep all the lectures
Swat the bullshit away I deflect it
She a mirror of me a reflection
She know she fuck with a real deal stepper
But her on some ways to go get the cheddar
Girl spread your wings baby wanna see you do better
Got both of our EXs real deal jealous
We fuck out of space on a whole other level
I need bezels on watches and pendants on necklace
No standup but most of these niggas be hecklers
My life a movie and im the director here
Pick up the speed some more put it in seventh gear
We take a trip and we land out of space somewhere
I am the pilot you the co pilot
They cant keep up with this shit cause we stylish
I need your brain baby you so intelligent
Smelling like shea butter I feel you heaven sent
Saying rich breathe but they need to let me vent
Yea they need to let me vent
Duck low in the car with the 5 percent
Cant fall out with the guys we for life with this
Make it rain in the club you through lil mist
Let a nigga throw dirty and i bet he miss
Get to close to the snake and i bet it hiss
Get your finger bit get your crew hit
They like who this on the new shit
Oh thats him he ruthless
They like who this on the new shit
Oh thats him he ruthless
I'm in my bag
I'm in my zone
I'm tryna go get some more or sum
She on my dick
She on the team
You better come get your hoe or sum
This is real life no fabrication
I cant do nothing but keep it a hundred
Stop at the store to go get me a backie
I know I'm good ima keep the car running
See a check I'm a hundred miles and running
Straight out the jungle but came out the dungeon
Niggas ain't believe in me for nothing
Ain't no plug ever mufucking front me
If he say he did that nigga fronted
Buss the package now the house smell like onions
No stunt double i'm the one stunting
My power level way past a hundred
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Writer(s): Joshua Alvin Herbert
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