| Everything fucked up, stress got me under pressure
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| Still feel like I’m blessed when all my life I was ducking stretchers
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| Never see me folding, I’d be damned if I ever let ya
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| Everything they try to throw, I fade it and play the catcher
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| They see us in the, nigga, fuck it, who wants the drama?
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| The truth of definition of pressure, that’s on my mama
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| Got a attitude like who out here trippin'? |
| Back on my BS
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| Had me oull up in that black, black mask like this Wakanda
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| Still banned worldwide, the radio got me blocked
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| Been a battle, I been fightin' for ten and wouldn’t stop
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| Couple niggas I was cool, we cool, how I was knocked
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| Now I went up on my stock and my partner is what they next
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| Everybody turn to clowns for clout, you on some shit
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| Sick of people out here selling they soul to get attention
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| With this nigga, catch a shot to the face behind a mention
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| Should have listened now they know it was tension with no extensions
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| Social media, they tough, but in person them niggas weak
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| You ain’t in it for the problem? |
| Then why the fuck would you speak
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| Gon' be tracked the way I ball up on my first, run in your cheek
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| Make me pull up to your spot, I been watchin' it 'bout a week
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| Yeah, I was in a foreign whip
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| Summer
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| Backseat in the recliner, lights lookin' like a crip
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| Tip told me not to snip
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| Cool but I ain’t gon' slip
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| Can’t nobody ride the wave, try and I’ma sink your ship
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| Swear you niggas make me sick (Make me sick)
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| Hustle 'til I make it rich
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| Real niggas never switch
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| That was word to your bitch
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| City on my back, when I’m needed, they know I got it
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| Go to running at your mouth, I’ma check it wit' no deposit
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| No matter what it is, I can cross you, I get you dotted
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| Go to playing' how I play it, green light it and get you spotted
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| Haters wanna reach for the crown, tell 'em «Relax»
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| Everybody got opinions, ain’t nothin' about it facts
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| Any problem, I address it and kill it like it’s a track
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| If you nowhere on my level, hit youngin, tell him «Attack»
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| Lived to the test, nigga, I’m solid, you better knew it
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| This ain’t for the weak, if you’re gangster, you better show it
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| Everything you love will get took before you know it
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| All you got is you and your word, don’t ever blow it (Aahhhh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Exhale , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Exhale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп