Breathe - Nas

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Breathe Lyrics:

And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, f**k the police
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB's Finest
Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can't stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, f**k the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I twist em
Baby mama beat victim
Chronic leaf hittin'
All kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in to high position
Intense hustle, is pain like a pinched muscle
Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
Till I dodge enough shots
And the presiding judge slams a mallot
It's his life I'm a gwop
Then I copp
Then I yacht
Then I dot
Island hoppin' away from nightmare holders
Or cowboys slingers
Who shoot up any club
To see their 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
In time, we still in our prime
I can't afford a new arrest in my folder
Nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

And America ya never be free
Middle fingers up, f**k the police
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Bravehearts still QB's Finest
Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer
Jealous hearted can't stand him
Haters are scandalous
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, f**k the police
Light up my tress
And I just breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)

I'm fresh out of city housing
It had to many options
Pennies on the pension or penitentiary bounded
Plenty Henny in me
Envy was simply they trend see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me

The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
Icewear 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 nothin' less than a 740
With fresh linen
Sip pellegrinos with airs on
They sick, mixing their water with airbourne

Oh they so sick!
Look how I got them all crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out. Stress ain't good man!
You gotta breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe)
(America we gotta be free)

(Breathe, breathe, breathe) [x4]

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