BREAK!

[Intro]
Let's do it
I be in Harlem like I’m Sheck Wes
I make deaths, I don’t make death threats
I was on 153rd and St Nick

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[Verse 1]
Can’t take a break, can’t hit no brakes
Life is too short so one has to be great now
Can’t keep touring on a Greyhound
If it’s a record deal make it a one-sheet
I love Wayne but nevеr rocked Truckfit
I’m from a zone wherе the housing is public
Whoever said the throne seat was comfy?
You can not reach me, I’m out in the country
Work with my hands on my plans till I’m musty
It’s easy to tell you don’t love me, no?
Is it always easy to tell though? No
Hang off the rim with my elbow in it
This hammer can take down a railroad
Raf Simons, Stan Smith is velcro
Throwing money up to the telephone pole
It ain’t even bragging if I tell a hoe “no”
They love you then hate you then love you again ‘fore your record goes gold
So much more losses than the record gon’ show
Fuck what they doing, they not doing this
Spread profits with fam, not relatives
Die with my head high, not delicate
Put a hole in your circle for this wedding ring
Woah

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[Verse 2]
Independent key cutter, introspective weed hitter
In Manhattan gift giver
Fuck with me for real for real
Chillin’ with some number 9’s and 10pms
I ain’t bout to cheat shorty, I’m just hear to lend an ear
The hustle has no curfew
Goons I’m with ain't here to hurt you
We outside, the past was hurtful
We got things to build
Everything but time gets killed
Why we praying for a mill?
I pray that that's the cost in bills brother
I be in Harlem like I’m Sheck Wes
I make deaths, I don’t make death threats
Junya Watanabe at the Trader Joe’s, fuck we doing?
In ‘06 rocked Supreme to fuck with skater hoes
Fuck we doing?

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[Outro]
Break free, break away