Cxde - Still Breathing Lyrics

I don't even smoke no weed
Somehow it's in my lungs
Fake n*gga showing me love
Really thought you was my dawg hey

Look I don't know who to trust
My n*gga had to bury his blood
That n*gga like my cousin
That really broke heart

I put Chanel on my feet throw racks at my mum n put dad in designer
They say that they trappin they ain't making noise the definition of liar
I'm so paranoid I'm blowing this money do you feel inspired
Got f*nny on me I'm hitting her guts she want me to shoot it insider

I do this sh*t all for my people
I'm a legend like the Beatles
Dirty money it's illegal
I pray my n*ggas don't get recalled

Poverty been around it
I'm aware of my surroundings
N*ggas talking like they bout it
It ain't really how it's sounding

If you talking money hit my Cellular
I can't wait to all n*ggas living large
That green my n*gga blowing it ain't regular
My n*gga Chuckz will tell you upper echelon

I pray I make it out this hell thank the lord that I'm still breathing
N*ggas still be plotting you know you can't show weakness
Tryna get this bread it's anyday that u could go
If they ain't rocking wimme I might get it on my own

Pull up - ballin
Paper - chasin
Envy - my team
Haters - hating

Poppin - bottles
Make it baaaaack
Wake up get a bagg
120 on the dashhhh

Can't believe they doubted me, more weight on my shoulders
Still I'm in a Spaceship, drive it like it's stolen
Even after all the f*cking L's I stay focused
Still these tatianas call me Chief like I'm sosa

I write my feelings to find a way out
I chase a bag they living for clout
I know that you herd of me I get a around
We sharing these b*tches u kiss on the mouth

Yeah... That that shit we don't do
F*ck n*gga all over my ex you can have that b*tch she old news

Oo
N*ggas change when I step in the room
I could never be sad coz of you
Hennesey just to lighten the mood
Got it on me in Canada goose
I'm on top how the f*ck can I loose
AMG when I slide in the coupe
I put gold in my mouth coz it's cool

My b*tch my b*tch she bad she bad she s*ck me bone dry
We getting freaky I'm with jimmy for the whole night
Chasing money I can't liaise with no low life
And a f*ck n*gga that's that shit I don't like...

I pray I make it out this hell thank the lord that I'm still breathing
N*ggas still be plotting you know you can't show weakness
Tryna get this bread it's anyday that u could go
If they ain't rocking wimme I might get it on my own