Te-Money - I Can’t Breathe Lyrics

In America, you'll never be free

Middle finger's up, fuck the police

Damn, can a nigga just breathe, breathe?

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest

Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate

Not only do you see a nigga shinin'

You can see a nigga breathe, breathe

Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis

Cruise with the hammer

Jealous-hearted can't stand them, haters are scandalous

Damn, can't a nigga just breathe, breathe?

To all my niggas getting money in the streets

Middle finger's up, fuck the police

Light up my trees and I just breathe, breathe

I twist them, baby momma beef victim

Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with 'em wisdom

From pot to pissin' to high position

Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle

'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks

'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge

Slams a mallet and says, Life, I'ma guap

Then I cop, then I yacht, then I dock

Island hopping, away from nightmare holders

Or cowboy slangers, who shoot up any club

To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster

Must be on X or he coked up, suggesting I post the bail

I'm like, yes, 'cause we soldiers

We just getting older in time, we still in our prime

I can't afford a new arrest on my folder

Nigga breathe, breathe

In America, you'll never be free

Middle finger's up, fuck the police

Damn, can a nigga just breathe?

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest

Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate

Not only do you see a nigga shinin'

You can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis

Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted

Can't stand them, haters are scandalous

Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?

To all my niggas getting money in the streets

Middle finger's up, fuck the police

Light up my trees and I just breathe

I'm fresh out of city housing, ain't have too many options

Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded

Plenty Henny in me, envy was simple they trend see

My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me

The high life, the fly life, Pierre Hardy, Imitation of Christ

Iceware gaudy since '94 flossy

The Lex was an excellent choice, now, fast forward me

The pestilence of the ghetto informed me as a shorty

To push nothing less than a 740 with fresh linen

Sip Pellegrino with heirs on

They sick, mixing they water when airborne

Oh, they so sick

Look how I got them going crazy, look at that

You gotta let it out, stress ain't good, man

You gotta breathe, breathe, breathe

America, we gotta [Incomprehensible]

Breathe, breathe

Breathe, breathe

Breathe, breathe

Breathe, breathe

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