Yo Gotti - Breathe lyrics

rate me

I am

Aye this that street classic nigga

Streets talk

Reason to doubt a nigga, uh

Reason to doubt a nigga

Uh, reason to out a nigga

Reason to clap a nigga

Living in poverty no reason to doubt a nigga

Grew up listen the J, college drop out like 'Ye

Brought in jail in upstate, yeah he serving a 8

Mama worry and stressin’, meanwhile I’m happy

Adding on to the problems, thinking I’m solving em

Mama I don’t wanna see her hurt no more

Got a plan mama you aint got to work no more

Family struggling, niggas is hustling

A reason for reason, they blaming the government

Tryin to stack cheese bigger than the government

Two twins bricks and I call em the doublemint

Immigration laws, I don't fuck with it

I got Mexican friends and the streets loving it,

I got plug and i ain’ t talking bout with a gang set,

Colombia shit, nigga I can go direct,

Grieselda Blanco nigga, the head honcho nigga

Hundred bands on your head, to show that ain’t your nigga

Put a ring, or it ain’t your bitch,

Put in work on that mission or it ain’t your lick,

Put your title on the line, or that aint your whip,

you got keys to the crib what ‘bout ownership,

huh, boss shit im on another level

rollie watch no stones, sky dweller

AP rose gold, that’s a buck 80

All I wanted was a key of coke and a new Mercedes

I was born in the 80s , get money in the 90s

I’m a real hustler ain't it

Baking soda pot, watch it rise and rock

Taking it to the block, seven hundred a pot,

Niggas raising stock, holla calaca

Shout out to my Dominicans,

Ridge Crest like Afghanistan, we militant,

I am, I am, the cravy.

I am king

I am the streets

I am .. quality street music

I am.. November 90

Yo Gotti

I am ..exercise of you nigga.

Thanks to Bri for correcting these lyrics