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Nas Nas Breathe In America, you'll never be free Middle fingers 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 fingers up, fuck the police Light up my trees, and I just breathe I twist them Baby-momma-beef victim Chronic leaf-hitting All kinds of heat wit him 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 In America, you'll never be free Middle fingers 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 fingers 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 . . . |
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