Breezin FEAT KayD
( 150 Bpm but could be hard drill/diss) I’m on your head just like a yamaka yeah I’m on probabtion, I just shot my officer They say he gone make it, flat line on the monitor Glock 22 to the face a thermometer Whole hood sticking together like polymers snapping these opps like photographers Rapping it out of the streets like toliver Whole different bracket and you just the auditor You know I make millions for a living You better pipe down fore you end up missing You on cod and I’m in the streets just killing You know on hanakuh I’m always giving - Giving yo mamas something to cry about At yo funeral you know I’ll air out I rap for the ones who never stop doubt Whenever I don’t drop you know there’s a drought Yall homie died and now yall can pout He dead now another for the crowd Don’t look up cuz he ain’t in the clouds He left the world with nobody proud Clean up the blood stains outta the couch Now I’m at the crib and smoking that loud Ay nah I ain’t doing it basic Lemme break it down algebraic I’m making 10 million more than your ever see in your paycheck I just grinded and I got paitence Can’t wait for the day I’m always praying You in beach and the sand just laying I got me some canes that I’m raising You got old and you getting replaced Chopped as hell might need you some based Slide on the opps man you pick the date Yall just struggling while I’m breezing It’s iceman season so you know we freezing I walk him down until there’s no breathing He already dead before he starts reaching It’s the summer and I don’t got no heat Head out the lambo I’m feeling the breeze Cleaning the block man just like febreeze 30 on my back I’m moving like steez Stack up some money get me that cheese I built an empire now you want a piece Spinning the block they call me the chief Get back away you got a disease Me on my back I always had belief
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( 150 Bpm but could be hard drill/diss) I’m on your head just like a yamaka yeah I’m on probabtion, I just shot my officer They say he gone make it, flat line on the monitor Glock 22 to the face a thermometer Whole hood sticking together like polymers snapping these opps like photographers Rapping it out of the streets like toliver Whole different bracket and you just the auditor You know I make millions for a living You better pipe down fore you end up missing You on cod and I’m in the streets just killing You know on hanakuh I’m always giving - Giving yo mamas something to cry about At yo funeral you know I’ll air out I rap for the ones who never stop doubt Whenever I don’t drop you know there’s a drought Yall homie died and now yall can pout He dead now another for the crowd Don’t look up cuz he ain’t in the clouds He left the world with nobody proud Clean up the blood stains outta the couch Now I’m at the crib and smoking that loud Ay nah I ain’t doing it basic Lemme break it down algebraic I’m making 10 million more than your ever see in your paycheck I just grinded and I got paitence Can’t wait for the day I’m always praying You in beach and the sand just laying I got me some canes that I’m raising You got old and you getting replaced Chopped as hell might need you some based Slide on the opps man you pick the date Yall just struggling while I’m breezing It’s iceman season so you know we freezing I walk him down until there’s no breathing He already dead before he starts reaching It’s the summer and I don’t got no heat Head out the lambo I’m feeling the breeze Cleaning the block man just like febreeze 30 on my back I’m moving like steez Stack up some money get me that cheese I built an empire now you want a piece Spinning the block they call me the chief Get back away you got a disease Me on my back I always had belief