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breathin' - young wicked lyrics

[verse 1: young wicked]
some people live they life praying for a miracle
these days everybody needs a little spiritual
we stay bumping out the speakers in your stereo
best in the world at what i do like chris jericho
there i go, i be stacking my dinero, ho
hit you with the barrel, bro
activate my serotonin
deeper than a baritone, we livin’ in america
where everybody feel depressed and just want to be left alone
lot of motherf*ckers got opinions, don’t respect ’em, no
i just want to make a decent living, that’s expected, though
i’ma make ’em understand why mama said i’m special, yo
seventh letter in the f*cking alphabet, ya know
record flow, sicker than digestional issues, i got ’em sh*ttin, ho
i use the force, no centrifugal
jedi with the red eye, i be smoking on that medical
cross me and i let it go, my boys ain’t so acceptable
jimmy with the money, i might kick you in your stomach
flip your wig right out your mullet, on that wicked sh*t
they love it screamin’ i’ll f*ck anybody whoever doubted on the come*up
you ain’t know me, it ain’t nothing, yeah, i’m kobe with the buckets
and it’s give it all or nothing, when i spit it, they be runnin’
like the microphone’s a gun and i been k!lling everybody
since the kid was still a guppy, never met a sicker puppy
with a bigger head than gumby, god’s gift to motherf*ckers
and i’m still wrecking shop every minute even sundays
and this beat i made is funky, got you shaking like a junkie
you can call me philadelphia because i’m always sunny
with a pleasant disposition, b*tch, try and take it from me
man, you’ve been buggin’, i’ve been hustlin’ bumpin’ jelly roll and strug
plottin’ on the way to turn my dreams into a little something
man i just keep bussing ’cause the kid can’t quit
and this ain’t nothing, just some mixtape sh*t
i stay duckin’ the dozen, superbad, i’m mclovin
i’m sn*tchin’ your woman and slappin’ your cousin
and standin’ above him and stabbin’ his stomach until my hands are all bl**dy
savage and gully, i’m mad and i’m hungry, no average jabroni
is bad as me homie, stand on my own feet and blastin’ opponents
my rap is the dopest, my saxophone is thelonious
smackin’ your dome it’s the prodigal son
yeah i’m only three rocks apart from the sun
attach a bomb to your vehicle, then park it and run
look what the arsonist done, blade sharper than some
i been f*ckin’ the rap game, i’m starting to come
it’s dark where i’m from, no love in my heart ’cause i’m numb
the better the job, the larger the sum
pardon me, um, rappers saw me coming and they started to run
how the f*ck i’m supposed to battle when you forfeit? you’re done
i am the one, the prophecy of morpheus come, uhh
me i’m dodgin’ evil with a lady speaking creole
with a voodoo doll and needles telling me i am a g*nius
saying “welcome to the hotel california” like the eagles
never made it, you ain’t equal
overrated like the beatles
i’m the greatest, better beat those f*cking feet away from me, though
or i have to pull my sh*t, going out like al pacino
in my favorite gangster movie in the last and final scene
say h*llo to my little friend, he goes everywhere with me
so i’ma always be ready, n0body promised me any
it’s up to me to go get it and it ain’t always friendly
but i’ma always be hungry and i ain’t ever relenting
’cause i remember what it’s like to be running on empty
so all you motherf*ckers hoping that i quit, suck a d*ck
sh*t goes 0 to 1000, real f*cking quick
and i’m a better person but you still such a d*ck
what a trip, you wasn’t ever nothing but a b*tch
so i’ma just leave this here and let you deal with it
inhaled all the smoke and i ain’t even feel different
donald trump can paul walls, but i’m still tippin’
on 44s, living la vida locos
and in your village i’m a wolf, villalobos
you’ll never be a bro so you better be a no show
yeah, you can bet it on your life
young wicked i’ma be a f*cking legend when i die
but i’m still breathin’

- young wicked lyrics

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