CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Breathe
..Either NYPDor the COVID-19
Can I breathe
She said she shoulda known that I wasn’t sh*t
And all the baggage she came with
Tipped the scales
Trip to hell
Ain’t gotta punch ya ticket
This is just when things become distant
sh*t becomes twisted
And I twist it up like the wrist in the kitchen
I disappear like the kid who went missing
Fourth grade milk carton
Cook shift just starting
Would you wait if I dish it
Would you say that you miss him
The old me who sold me
For the gold and the riches
In the fold but he’s twitching
With the bro’s but he’s tweakin'
Bro, you seen where E went
f**k you meaning
I mean when
I ink pens
I write Sphinx on Saturn
Forget trends and patterns
I want Queen of Sheba
Divine dime pieces whipping these expensive beemers
Digging dividends and out-scamming schemers
I seen it all
So I take the glasses off
We get lost in the crowds
We get lost in the clouds
I can't say nothing about
Smiles and frowns
Ups and downs
That’s beneath me now
I don’t need a crown
I been a king
Since the ultrasound
I BEEN A KING
Since the underground
Bun b shooters
Pimp C me on the inbound
Jamaica queens playground
We ain never scared of losing
Tell me how a win sound
Many times I been lost
Couple times I been found
Still, we pour up more brown
We store up more pounds
Than truckers with full carry
Stylin but no Harry
Stylistics trip like we headed back Cali
Gelica packed Psychedelics in a baggie
My impala can’t be tamed
Ain’t no shame don’t be aggy
Only be ya self
Leave ya family wealth
Mental or Monetary
Spiritual primarily
Times gettin' very scary
Government colder like Toronto in January
Hoes don’t get cold centerfolds or the monastery
Why not both
Porque no los dos
Cono nos vemos
I learned young keep the bread keep toast
Some n***as I can't trust so I gotta keep them close
Some women that I touch turn to gold like bro
Can I breathe
She said she shoulda known that I wasn’t sh*t
And all the baggage she came with
Tipped the scales
Trip to hell
Ain’t gotta punch ya ticket
This is just when things become distant
sh*t becomes twisted
And I twist it up like the wrist in the kitchen
I disappear like the kid who went missing
Fourth grade milk carton
Cook shift just starting
Would you wait if I dish it
Would you say that you miss him
The old me who sold me
For the gold and the riches
In the fold but he’s twitching
With the bro’s but he’s tweakin'
Bro, you seen where E went
f**k you meaning
I mean when
I ink pens
I write Sphinx on Saturn
Forget trends and patterns
I want Queen of Sheba
Divine dime pieces whipping these expensive beemers
Digging dividends and out-scamming schemers
I seen it all
So I take the glasses off
We get lost in the crowds
We get lost in the clouds
I can't say nothing about
Smiles and frowns
Ups and downs
That’s beneath me now
I don’t need a crown
I been a king
Since the ultrasound
I BEEN A KING
Since the underground
Bun b shooters
Pimp C me on the inbound
Jamaica queens playground
We ain never scared of losing
Tell me how a win sound
Many times I been lost
Couple times I been found
Still, we pour up more brown
We store up more pounds
Than truckers with full carry
Stylin but no Harry
Stylistics trip like we headed back Cali
Gelica packed Psychedelics in a baggie
My impala can’t be tamed
Ain’t no shame don’t be aggy
Only be ya self
Leave ya family wealth
Mental or Monetary
Spiritual primarily
Times gettin' very scary
Government colder like Toronto in January
Hoes don’t get cold centerfolds or the monastery
Why not both
Porque no los dos
Cono nos vemos
I learned young keep the bread keep toast
Some n***as I can't trust so I gotta keep them close
Some women that I touch turn to gold like bro
