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Breathe Easy
My mother, my father Then my best creation, my son and my daughter 'got me standing at the boiling water Thinking like every PM tryna drop an extra quarter Keep my amigo in the prayers, he try to make the border Trap phone off the chain, who I place the order I was 16 thuggin' like 2Pac, tattoos and a Glock, tryna move a few blocks And now I'm fed up with God and the feds When the feds come get me hope to God that I'm dead Execution style with a slug in my head Tell my partners it was real and give my momma all the bread Though I like confetti, though, moved out the petticoat Turning 50 bricks with the stamps sent from Mexico Naked bitches in the kitchen, money counting got them suspended But I always get more money, get the power My mother and my sister, father, and my brother I was frying butter, I came from the gutter Mac 11, get to talking, sounded like a stutter Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Whipped one into a two then tried to make another Yeah, I'm jumping out the gym, niggas spoil with Came a long way from the local town boy, man Walk around with that 40 on my hip'a 40 on my wrist Caviar dreams, tell me what your vice is I was rounding 4 and 4 'fore I ever had a license Told 'em give me two before they told me what the price is Shorty, gotta hit her, pussy tighter than Vice grip A nigga nice shit, no pen, no pad, I just tell 'em press 'record' then recite scripts Get your popcorn, I put the mic in the kitchen So I can rap about them chickens leave the pot on Breathe easy, my niggas bang, bang like Chief Keef and catch you right on Peach Street You niggas all sweet like peach tea Throw it off the lot, same deal, we switch fee Nigga, this is drug dealer'trap music coming live from the Phantom Niggas talk'your bitch on a roll with them bricks and a camper
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