[Chorus]
In America, you'll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
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
Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (Uhh)
Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him
Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (Woo!)
To all my niggas getting money in the streets (Yeah)
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breathe...
[Verse 1]
I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim
Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in 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 slingers, who shoot up any club
To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on X or they coked up
Suggesting I post a, 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...)
In America, you'll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
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
Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (Uhh)
Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him
Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (Woo!)
To all my niggas getting money in the streets (Yeah)
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breathe...
[Verse 1]
I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim
Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in 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 slingers, who shoot up any club
To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on X or they coked up
Suggesting I post a, 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...)
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