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(Verse) Feeling like I hit a glass ceiling Reminiscing on the days sex had a feeling Now I’m on some fly shit like she’s pretty than I’m being Nora left my heart, oy, I’m just getting even I’m spending money on things I know I shouldn’t ‘Cause it was only yesterday when I couldn’t Eyes wide, no ice deep, no competition I’ve seen the half of the spit as I thought it would’ve I myself who’s getting spoiled by the day Coupled man around me changed, I stayed the same You get it in, watch, they’ll despise you Young paid in full star real Macay Pfeiffer So big on everyone in the crew what I did Kicked ass school looking to do what I did Elevate upon the hood and live where I live From Aquas to Rollies and soon in Tamlin See if you feel me you can pull it from Wrong place, wrong time, couple tthings I could’ve have done More times I do it to say I did it, man That’s why I fucked a couple girls I shouldn’t have Living in London, dying in London Dug and dive, the whole city’s burning Rest in peace, pop your tea And fuck the newspapers misquoting my tweets Imagination running wild, imagine Letras de cancionesImagine that I am now living thing that I imagined Half the mil profit got the tax man yappin My account under a mix, I’m hoppin Head full of songs now I’m watching it form Reality wasn’t real so I created my own And if I pull up all my stairs yeah I’m feeling alone It doesn’t mean part of me, leave me alone (Hook x2) Yeah, just let it breathe Yeah, just let it breathe Yeah, just let it breathe I ain’t even crippin’ but I’m throwing off a seat (Verse) It’s still blood in blood out, we don’t fuck about You’re just a half a leg pussy, all you do is run your mouth You know in some ways man, I’m on this great tip I just get pampered, I don’t take shit I call this my turn a hater to a fan club Understand before the paper there’s a plan, bro So I ain’t tryin’ to spin every time I’m seeing something For I don’t think anybody broke see it coming What’s the deal nigger? What’s the deal? You’re little warm nigger, I’m hot for real Working on the strutter ‘cause I know I got the skills Label shop for me, I don’t shop for deals Your spit is low, I make them powerful moves, I had a meeting with some powerful jews Negotiate with a poker face play straight and one day you can be powerful, too These fools wanna see COD Whatever man shallow room all green Life’s just a game, cool make more P You niggas just COD I’m in my zone, Ciroc is the remedy So much to do and I just haven’t got the energy You see, writing in bars helps me mentally Because the word rap is in therapy If you get it, you get it, you’re on my wave length Bitches ain’t money and that’s why I never save them It ain’t a thing, I swear it ain’t a thing I’m just doing mine, everybody do your ting (Hook x2) Yeah, just let it breathe Yeah, just let it breathe Yeah, just let it breathe I ain’t even crippin’ but I’m throwing off a seat From Letras Mania