Breathe ft. SeriouslyK5 Lyrics

Here I go again

And they say Bey

Let that bitch breathe

What happens when you’re back again

LeBron mixed with Shaq and them

God, that’s an acronym

I’m always smoking massive hemp

They say I’m acting like a pimp

Hair like it’s made of silk

Trust me, I don’t feel guilt

The top don’t even feel real

My bitches having standstills

I’m eating where the man lives

The joy that my fans give

I’m just thankful that I am him

Atlantic Ocean, when I can swim

Talk money when I can talk

Give a fuck about your feelings nigga

I got mines off the asphalt

Take Savya, nigga add salt

That’s what happens when the World talks

Blame me, it’s all my fault

Worldwide cause I’m the World’s choice

Say Savya, he the World’s voice

Got niggas for the duct tape

So be quiet with the fuck shit

I get pissed and I don’t think straight

Real dick, so I don’t think fake

And that’s word to my cellmate

Sell dreams to a fuck nigga

Real niggas know the real Bey

Get rich until they kill Bey

Even then they still will feel Bey

Strip Club on a Wednesday

Know the pretty boy been paid

And they say Bey! Bey! Bey! Bey!

Let that bitch breathe

And they say Bey! Bey! Bey!

Let that bitch breathe

I brought the chopper in the club nigga

Give a fuck about your snub nigga

They was hating when I left home

Came back and I’m the next on

Got features for the low

Better catch me before I blow

Got a plug out in Vegas nigga

Ain’t had to call him since I made it nigga

I got shows like I’m famous nigga

With two likes a post

You on Facebook pussy shopping, I know shit you don’t know

I got bitches behind closed doors

Call me Daddy Bey with no chores

Roof roof, on all fours

You got bitches with cold sores

I was lying, I ain’t nice

Throwing money like it’s rice

Fool me once, never twice

Never been broke shooting dice

Never been broke for a year

I fall off but never fear

You a rider that never had to steer

I’m a driver, the reason why we here

Young nigga start a letter without the dear

Sometimes having friends feels weird

Locked down by myself for twenty-hours

Going crazy, taking cold showers

In the dark, I found star power

Years later, now the World’s ours

But I had to take the scenic route

You got rappers but it been a drought

But I heard they let the Savya out

Holy water from a fucking spout

Fuck the charts, I’m already gold

From my spirit to my platinum soul

Wrote three albums in the hole

Wrote four checks yesterday

Got a hundred bitches I don’t want

Just know the pretty boy been Bey

And they say Bey! Bey! Bey! Bey!

Let that bitch breathe

And they say Bey! Bey! Bey!

Let that bitch breathe