Just To Feel The Breeze

Pre's only child
Okay
Ayy

Life go quicker than you think
You could lose it in a blink
He got one eye closed
Looking down the scope
It ain't a wink

He tryna spray you like you stink
He tryna make you extinct
But I hope that make you think
Better play it smart

Get in the game
Better play your part
This music is a skill
For real, it's an art

Making hits, I'm in the Mil
But I don't play a Miller Park
Got some niggas that'll kill
And they quick to let it spark

If we locked in
that don't change when we apart
I damn near shed a tear
See my name on them charts

Remember we had to push the car
All them days it wouldn't start
Now you understand why I need my car push to start
(Do you hear me)

If you ain't solid
I don't even want you near me
My life, feel like a movie
a book, or a series

I just want my respect
You ain't even gotta fear me
Look, you ain't even gotta fear me
Getting good with this shit

I told myself, I'm never stopping
Got a hard head
Tryna save
But I keep shopping

You know you gotta close that back door
And lock it
Let me say, rest in peace
Cause I'ma have they speakers knocking

Rap hoop
And I went to school
I have options
Let the odds tell it

I wouldn't have graduated college
(Literally)
But not only that, I'm so blessed
I had scholly

Been a diamond in the rough
But I'm just getting polished
I ain't buying you a bag
Girl, please

I don't trick
But I do keep a few
Up my sleeve
Killing beat

I'm an assassin
Like Creed
How far can I go
It make me wonder

Like Steve
Out in L.A
Rocking all white
Austin Reaves

We in the whip
Got the windows down
Just to feel the breeze
Catching Zs

Fell asleep in class
Getting Cs
I wasn't tripping though
I knew I was going overseas

Pre's only child
I've been a fool
Literally



Credits
Writer(s): Job Alexander
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