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breathe easy - a-team (ransom & hitchcock) lyrics

[verse 1: gravy]
dirty money, desert storm
if u a hustla hommie where all that crack you sling
i could fall off and bounce back like a matress spring
the da got me on some gun charges in pa
when i was slinging c0ke down in renu, va
had to sell my murcielago up on ebay
got a lil stop in jersey, thats my pit stop
monstars, a-team, ransom n hitchc-ck
got the game in griplock wit the yay in the ziplock
20 to a gram, stashed in a can of spam
revolvers are my favorite guns cause they dont jam
i could sell you some ak bullets for have a man
i’m back in this b-tch by popular demand
till the feds come & get me for them credit card scams
for now i’m heat in the strip
and n-gga getting warm
dirty money, desert storm
we got the world in our palm, whats hood?

[verse 2: ransom]
whats hood is this n-ggas is getting money
the sh-t is funny
they wasn’t there when the kid was bummy
its dark so you only arrive when the sh-t is sunny
its about to get cold in the game so get a skully
i’m like a little kid in the dirt thats getting muddy
a c-cky dude, your jaw dropped when you got the news
desert storm all of a sudden you start coppin clues
i got alot to prove, lets get it straight n-gga
you ain’t gotta go down south to get chop n screwed
you might freeze if you see my cannon
my whole family carry arms like eli-manning
dont be brave, cause your kids won’t be saved
n i’m a treat them like pitbulls that dont behave
and i spit like i’m ready for world war
serve raw n i get it crunk like
n i get it crunk like i live in the 3rd ward
i dont got a house dawg i live on third floor
get a deal spend my whole advance on my first porshe

[verse 3: hitchc-ck]
fall back with your wack demeanor, i clap the nina
i dont care if you pack arenas
who you know raps is meaner, jack your beamer
and still pick up dust like the vac-m cleaner
your n-ggas ain’t f-cking wit hitchc-ck
or ransom, the anthem, this is our year in a phantom
putting n-ggas on to come back to school
the reason the whole hood saying thats ma dude!
match my jewelz, yellow n white gold
i’m ice cold but i’m red hot when the dice roll
everything i write is my life told
and i blaze haze so i crush it in the dutches & light those
those roaches send me the haze
so gettin that dirty money like like fendi and grave
empty the gauge, simply behave
i won’t stop till i’m the chrome drop or bently wit shades (ugh)

- a team ransom hitchcock lyrics

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