Nas - Breathe lyrics

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Nas - Breathe lyrics

Nas Breathe [Hook One - Nas] In America you'll never be free Middle fingers up, f** the police Damn, can a n***a just breathe? [Hook Two - Nas] Braveheart still QB's finest Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a n***a shinin' you can see a n***a breathe Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Crews with a hammer, jealous heart I can't stand 'em Haters are scandalous, damn can't a n***a just breathe? To all my n***as gettin' money in the streets Middle fingers up, f** the police Light up my trees and I just breathe [verse One - Nas] I twist 'em baby mama be victim Chronic leaf hittin' all kinds of heat wit' 'em Wisdom, from pot to piss in to higher 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 the mallet and says life I'm a guap Then I cop, then I yacht, then I dot Island hoppin' away from nightmare holders Cowboy slingers who shoot up any club to see they names ring loud on some FBI poster Must be on X or he coked up Suggestin' I post a bail I'm like yes 'cause we soldiers We just gettin' older and time we still in our prime I can't afford a new arrest on my folder n***a breathe [Hook One - Nas] In America you'll never be free Middle fingers up, f** the police Damn can a n***a just breathe? [Hook Two - Nas] Braveheart still QB's finest Grindin' enough diamonds to change the climate Not only do you see a n***a shinin' you can see a n***a breathe Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis Crews with a hammer, jealous heart I can't stand 'em Haters are scandalous, can't a n***a just breathe? To all my n***as gettin' money in the streets Middle fingers up, f** the police Light up my trees and I just breathe [Verese Two - Nas] I'm fresh out of city housin' Ain't have too many options Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded Plenty Henny in me envy with simply ??? My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me The high life, the fly life, Pierre Hardy Imitation of Christ Ice wear Gaudis since '94 floor seats The Lex was an excellent choice not fast The pestilence of the ghetto would form me As a shorty to push nothin' less than a 740 With fresh linens sip Pellegrino's with Airs on They sick mix in their water with airborne Oh they so sick Look how I got 'em all crazy look at that You gotta let it out Stress ain't good man, you gotta breathe

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