Dying breath (feat. Lyriqé & Elise Palmer)

Money makin 4gs classic

Separate the real from the fake, scared to look me right in my face
Play the cards that you were dealt, king shit but I'm still the ace
Here to put em all in their place like real estate
Let em' sleep, the piece come wit' a pillowcase
Better hope a niggah don't feel a way
Cuz I'm a let it go like a lost love when I get em hit
Couple a make you split like I a divorce does get stretched quick
Toe tag em pack a bag for the road if they dare trip
Disappear like the Blair witch, take off no jet lag when I air strips
I'm a straight shot Gucci down to the flip flops
Quick to let something big pop like Big Poppa
Been a king niggah like Mufasa
Been a king niggah like Mufasa

And I got the scars to prove it, you could see them on my chest
They don't wanna see me lose it loyal to my dying breath
And I got the scars to prove it, you could see them on my chest
They don't wanna see me lose it loyal to my dying breath
And I got the scars to prove it, you could see them on my chest
They don't wanna see me lose it loyal to my dying breath



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Miller
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