| In America, you’ll never be free
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| Middle fingers up, fuck the police
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| Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?
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| Braveheart, still QB’s Finest
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| Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
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| Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe
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| Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)
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| Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can’t stand him
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| Haters are scandalous, damn, can’t a nigga just breathe? |
| (woo!)
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| To all my niggas getting money in the streets (yeah)
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| Middle fingers up, fuck the police
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| Light up my trees, and I just breathe…
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| I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim
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| Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
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| From pot to piss in to high position
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| Intense hustle, it’s pain like a pinched muscle
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| 'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
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| 'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge slams a mallet
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| And says life I’ma guap, then I cop
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| Then I yacht, then I dock
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| Island hopping away from nightmare holders
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| Or cowboy slingers, who shoot up any club
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| To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
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| Must be on X or they coked up
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| Suggesting I post a, bail, I’m like, «Yes» 'cause we soldiers
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| We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime
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| I can’t afford a new arrest on my folder
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| Nigga, breathe…
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| In America, you’ll never be free
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| Middle fingers up, fuck the police
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| Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?
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| Braveheart, still QB’s Finest
|
| Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
|
| Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe
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| Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)
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| Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can’t stand him
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| Haters are scandalous, damn, can’t a nigga just breathe? |
| (woo!)
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| To all my niggas getting money in the streets (get money)
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| Middle fingers up, fuck the police (fuck 'em)
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| Light up my trees, and I just breathe…
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| I’m, fresh out of city housing, ain’t have too many options
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| Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded
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| Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see
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| My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
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| The high life, the fly life
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| Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
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| Ice-wear gaudy, since '94 flossy
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| The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me
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| The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
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| As a shorty, to push nothing less than a 740
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| With fresh linen, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on
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| They sick, mixing they water with Airborne
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| Oh, they so sick!
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| Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that!
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| You gotta let it out, stress, ain’t good man
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| You gotta breathe (breathe…)
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| And America, we gotta be free
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| Breathe…
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| Breathe…
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| Breathe…
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| Breathe… |