breathe

Who you with and where you from nigga? you rocking red or the blue?
I rock dior nigga, just a ordinary nigga trying to make it out alive
In the jungle, where the killers is your best friend
Where the killers is your best man, yes man, unimpressed
Why my niggas always vexing, cause my diamonds
Do the thriller micheal Jackson, no hope use the music as distraction
Only crime I ever did was being black nigga
Refugee, stereotype, black ass nigga apologizing for my skin
Dumb ass nigga, now i milly rock the Mac and blow your
Ass nigga, It depends who y'all fucking with it, who the fuck is this?
Boy it's jev from the 18th looking dangerous, hella rich
Honestly black my only felony, being hated both sides
Of the family, way darker than the average so you know
They let my black ass have it, sending my prays to my sisters
With the magic, darkskin get treated so tragic, three kids yeah, my
momma get it right though, cheque still getting spent at the costco
They wrote her name in the sky with some typos, so
She crying back to sleep with her eyes close, breathe
I can't fall oh fall this time, boy I lived a 100 lives
My soul ain't saved or sanctified, I pray i make it
Cross the line, breathe
Trying get ahead to, niggas trying to dodge the feds
And the pen too, breathe, You know when jev
Come around aah aah, you know when jev
Come around, breathe, what easy about it, fuck around
Bring the blick about it, breathe, you know when jev
Come around aah aah, you know when jev come around
Early sunrise, dem shooters is outside, lurking on the sideways
Fighting on the highways, shots in the air get killed in the broad day
Never been a nigga in the streets, momma did good working hard
And never sleep, even got a two bedroom crib with the roaches
And the rats in a white neighbourhood, where the crackers give
You hell if they feeling overwhelmed so imagine me
Code switching like a bitch from jev to Jeffery, from foe to friendly
Oh shit I can't breathe, killing me gently, who the fuck is jev ?
Identity is a mess, Identity is a, stereotype immigrant nigga from the west
Single mom living, daddy dead chilling, origins of a young black boy villain
A nigga want to win but I'm feeling like krillin, I can't fall oh fall this time
Boy I lived a 100 lives, my soul ain't saved or sanctified
I pray I make it cross the line, breathe