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Producer: Lulrose
Composer: Lulrose
Lyricist: Marcellus Rayvon Register
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Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Hard to breathe when the walls closing in.
Say they never pass the ball, you will never get a win. You can't tell a nigga nothing, I done seen it, I done did it.
Turn a house into a trap and turn the crib into a speedo.
Something foreign, I been speeding, I been rushing to the millions.
You wake up the whole house when you playing with the blender.
I been playing with these bitches, never staying when I hit them. I been repping, I been stepping, I'm a stain on these niggas. In the
Maybach sipping, me and Sam politicking.
It be hard building with them 'cause they fans and it's silly.
If I say it, they gon' tell it, once they tell it, we gon' kill 'em. Run a check up, then I bill it.
From the wrist up, half a million, nigga, yeah.
They tell me how to breathe when you got no air.
Walk inside Chanelly, what's the new shit? Give me both pair.
Take two hundred thousand in the bank, but they don't go there, yeah. Yeah. The way that I been living, man, it ain't fair.
Got too many straights, my lil' homie think he K-Swiss.
You wanna ride Rolls, top down, -you gotta take risks, yeah. -Yeah. Shit.
Bro said come outside, he brought Maybach a month early.
He sitting there telling me how he fit it in a shoe box. We on that type of shit'll get a whole crew popped. Tryna play the
Billboards, bitch, the whole crew pop. You know she call me Boo, I pop.
Shit, she want a boo, it's not. Shorts, no pocket, you should keep it in a tool sock.
I ain't gon' lie, they always knew I do what I do now. It really ain't enough.
-Yeah. -Surface ain't been touched.
-Yeah. -Who the fuck is these niggas?
I don't know enough. Touching my credentials, moving presidential.
She wanna be real too, fuck on me and them too. Big body bitch, she just need a emblem.
Young, black, and turnt, riding around in a Hentch. Don't never treat me or keep me happy like Karen
Richmond. Composed and grieving, still be everything you need.
Damn, saying, "Well, do you love me? " Beats me. Damn, saying, "Well, is there something? " Beats me.
Damn, saying, "Well, you was supposed to keep me.
" Damn, baby, you just needed everything you need. You know it's still a slide five, still the same high.
Still to get high, still play with your mind.
Give a couple dollars 'til you give brother five. You know you my people, not no bitch on the side.
Used to roll for my nigga, he forever rolling with me.
Ain't no love if I can't trust you, you gon' fold if it get serious.
First time I met a real one, I was at his visit. Handcuffs at his court date, mama all in tears.
Took my heart and got it locked away, this shit'll get you killed.
Football pads with a head stink, who really in the field? I done told them bitches anything, fucking with them pills.
I done done and sold everything up there in them hills.
And I can finally breathe, I got more air.
Foreigns in the driveway, think I'm the dope man. You balling, better have a left, whip it with both hands.
Squash a nigga whole life, look at the code tag. How you think you twinning me?
Your little broke ass. No, this ain't a BnB. What is a hoe pad?
Nigga, check your location, that's where your hoe at, yeah.
They tell me how to breathe when you got no air.
Walk inside Chanelly, what's the new shit? Give me both pair.
Take two hundred thousand in the bank, but they don't go there, yeah.
The way that I been living, man, it ain't fair.
Got too many straights, my lil' homie think he K-Swiss.
You wanna ride Rolls, top down, you gotta take risks, yeah