Breathe - Nas

In America, you’ll never be free

Middle fingers up, fuck the police

Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?

Braveheart, still QB’s Finest

Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate

Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)

Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can’t stand him

Haters are scandalous, damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?

(woo!)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets (yeah)

Middle fingers up, fuck the police

Light up my trees, and I just breathe…

I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim

Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom

From pot to piss in to high position

Intense hustle, it’s pain like a pinched muscle

'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks

'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge slams a mallet

And says life I’ma guap, then I cop

Then I yacht, then I dock

Island hopping away from nightmare holders

Or cowboy slingers, who shoot up any club

To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster

Must be on X or they coked up

Suggesting I post a, bail, I’m like, «Yes» 'cause we soldiers

We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime

I can’t afford a new arrest on my folder

Nigga, breathe…

In America, you’ll never be free

Middle fingers up, fuck the police

Damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?

Braveheart, still QB’s Finest

Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate

Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis (uhh)

Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can’t stand him

Haters are scandalous, damn, can’t a nigga just breathe?

(woo!)

To all my niggas getting money in the streets (get money)

Middle fingers up, fuck the police (fuck 'em)

Light up my trees, and I just breathe…

I’m, fresh out of city housing, ain’t have too many options

Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded

Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see

My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me

The high life, the fly life

Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ

Ice-wear gaudy, since '94 flossy

The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me

The pestilence of the ghetto informed me

As a shorty, to push nothing less than a 740

With fresh linen, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on

They sick, mixing they water with Airborne

Oh, they so sick!

Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that!

You gotta let it out, stress, ain’t good man

You gotta breathe (breathe…)

And America, we gotta be free

Breathe…

Breathe…

Breathe…

Breathe…