Splacka- Breathe Prod. By Omito

Duration

2:59

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Verse 1: Yeah. Let these niggas know what im really bout', Thought it was funny how they really wouldn't her me out Now im at the top of my game and i aint coming down The closest that you'll get to me is standing in the fucking crowd I used to think about the future and when its getting here Now i dont give a fuck im thirty thousand in the air. And no its not fair, and please do not compare. We are on two different levels like its heaven and hell. Im on a lucky 7, I hope it never end I feel like all i got is time and money to spend Ruin a day with the expressions written with this pen Ill never be a changed man, ill be myself until the end. I had this girl that i used to fall in love with, We used to all that lovey dovey in public, And now she gotta pay just to see me in public, I gotta learn to control this game, like it was puppets I sit alone so i can capture my emotions, Cause im afraid of putting it all in the open Im just doing me, i only follow my devotion And niggas getting mad cause they wasnt the ones chosen. Chorus: You have to (Breathe) I cant hold it any longer (Breathe) I can feel it getting stronger (Breathe) Im sick and tired of the same shit (Breathe) I keep on jumping off the same ship (Breathe) Now, I just have to (Breathe) Yeah, I got to (Breathe) Believe me I got to (Breathe) Yeah (Breathe) Verse 2: You see me looking good Better than you think i should And Im just doing what i can dont get misunderstood And slowly things are better Every rise has a downfall Smoking till my lungs collapse Always high above all, money tryna stand tall And these visual implications telling i should give all And if anybody pose a challenge Know ill take em' down in battle Cant nobody ever find you cause you stuck inside the cattle And these lame niggas always try to test me I leave em' in the ground or they're checked like Gretzky Yeah im on another one Better than your other one Chop they're fucking legs off and drop em' like their under ones And I dont worry about bitches or what you contemplate The same reason why youre worried how much money i make Im killing verses and their feelings at the same time Got your momma and your bitch talking on the same line. Chorus: You have to (Breathe) I cant hold it any longer (Breathe) I can feel it getting stronger (Breathe) Im sick and tired of the same shit (Breathe) I keep on jumping off the same ship (Breathe) Now, I just have to (Breathe) Yeah, I got to (Breathe) Believe me I got to (Breathe) Yeah (Breathe)