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Breakdown Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Like I gotta, I gotta reup to stay up
Like, I gotta break down just to build myself back up type shit
I cant come down so I gotta roll up
Nigga dont get that shit
They dont get that shit
Yeah yeah, nigga need a new plug
From another planet I really got blue blood
I aint off the xan, no I chew cud
Confidence like I got some cuddy in hear
Aint no cut in my hair, I aint twisting shit
Know my locks grew quicker than how Twista spit
More folks peep, no no no way we know them right
Yeen fucking with it in public, nigga what of it
Flawed camoflauge, Purple King peeping your colors
Southern twang with the black skin, nigga she love it
When its five for the ten I just edit the budget
When its twenty for the ten then I'm changing the subject
Niggas think they above it all, watch for the trapdoor
I ain't cool just for the dap
Niggas act a damn fool, just in need of reaction
I been dealing with the pieces of my mind, refraction
I'ma crumble up and breakdown
Whatever eyes shut you aint stopping shit
Breakdown, nigga getting high touch the muhfucking Acropolis
I said breakdown, hold up
Put that shit in the air nigga, breakdown
Put that shit up in the air
What I'm missing nigga
I need the pay, paper and more power
I cowabunga off of the flower for hours
Keep it tight, brush my shoulder, parasite in my sight
I feel stab in my side, then turn over at night
Moving chains, feel the shackle, every step for sure
Rey aint no vegetable, said bitch I'm next to blow
Don't take me serious, Mister Constellation, period
I'm high every day, the sky was never my limiter
I'm out of this world, creation of different chemicals
I'm geeked up with pain, nah bitch I ain't sane
Feel my anger bubble, yeen really hear what I'm saying
Pack the Hubba Bubba sticky, gone quick, Usain
My foot to the pedal, fuck a gold medal
Niggas snubbing for the recognition, yeen chose better
Niggas kill they own dog, Old Yeller
Aint no brick road made of gold, still soul selling
Breakdown, yea yea yea
Breakdown, yea ay ay ye yea
Breakdown