Ain't giving in
Ain't giving no breathers
Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi like Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
My niggas still playing Ceelo
Arguing bout who going to Gboro
Hang round 5 broke niggas
Then you broke
Ima hang by myself so you know
I don't like to argue about who hoes
I done ran through these holes like Marilyn Monroe
Right now I'm in the booth with a few more goals
Few more wins my whole state gold
Still laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single
Way to the top that's Pluto
Astronaut
My lance Armstrong
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot
In my own lane
Like I'm planting corn
Cause I'm bout my coins
Tryna get fly like boeing Jets
Should invest, The way I'm flowing
Other than that I'm on trap shit
Crown royal bag full of magic
Tragic, hit you with a abracadabra
Holding everybody for ransom
Hands up high like you're reaching for bananas bastard
Every-time you test me I pass it
Why the hell you think I'm working on my masters
Mix it down wife beater and a spatula
Eyes on me like tarantulas
Passion passed my surroundings
It's inevitable
But I ain't left the ground yet
Like a heavy dude, Stand up nigga
Dressed for the palace
Wizard of oz and Alice
100 Million dollar balance
Make it spread like a Hunnid hands
I ain't playing no games
That's a bunch of fans
Need mine up front like Leveon
Or ima sit out and orchestrate me a band
4th down don't punt
You know bro love his lunch
And you'll get a stiff arm like mega man
Ain't gotta be on brunch for me to have my feet on stuff
These sweaters were made for
Any fiend weather
Seen better dreams and seen peasants
For me, All I receive is presents
Gift of gab in extreme measures
But I'm Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
I ain't giving up or no breathers
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
ILA/ Stay on Your Hustle - No Breather Lyrics
ILA/ Stay on Your Hustle - No Breather Lyrics
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Ain't giving in
Ain't giving no breathers
Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi like Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
My niggas still playing Ceelo
Arguing bout who going to Gboro
Hang round 5 broke niggas
Then you broke
Ima hang by myself so you know
I don't like to argue about who hoes
I done ran through these holes like Marilyn Monroe
Right now I'm in the booth with a few more goals
Few more wins my whole state gold
Still laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single
Way to the top that's Pluto
Astronaut
My lance Armstrong
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot
In my own lane
Like I'm planting corn
Cause I'm bout my coins
Tryna get fly like boeing Jets
Should invest, The way I'm flowing
Other than that I'm on trap shit
Crown royal bag full of magic
Tragic, hit you with a abracadabra
Holding everybody for ransom
Hands up high like you're reaching for bananas bastard
Every-time you test me I pass it
Why the hell you think I'm working on my masters
Mix it down wife beater and a spatula
Eyes on me like tarantulas
Passion passed my surroundings
It's inevitable
But I ain't left the ground yet
Like a heavy dude, Stand up nigga
Dressed for the palace
Wizard of oz and Alice
100 Million dollar balance
Make it spread like a Hunnid hands
I ain't playing no games
That's a bunch of fans
Need mine up front like Leveon
Or ima sit out and orchestrate me a band
4th down don't punt
You know bro love his lunch
And you'll get a stiff arm like mega man
Ain't gotta be on brunch for me to have my feet on stuff
These sweaters were made for
Any fiend weather
Seen better dreams and seen peasants
For me, All I receive is presents
Gift of gab in extreme measures
But I'm Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
I ain't giving up or no breathers
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
Ain't giving no breathers
Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi like Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
My niggas still playing Ceelo
Arguing bout who going to Gboro
Hang round 5 broke niggas
Then you broke
Ima hang by myself so you know
I don't like to argue about who hoes
I done ran through these holes like Marilyn Monroe
Right now I'm in the booth with a few more goals
Few more wins my whole state gold
Still laid, bouta be my song
Make this shit my single
Way to the top that's Pluto
Astronaut
My lance Armstrong
Don't dance a lot, No sir Lancelot
In my own lane
Like I'm planting corn
Cause I'm bout my coins
Tryna get fly like boeing Jets
Should invest, The way I'm flowing
Other than that I'm on trap shit
Crown royal bag full of magic
Tragic, hit you with a abracadabra
Holding everybody for ransom
Hands up high like you're reaching for bananas bastard
Every-time you test me I pass it
Why the hell you think I'm working on my masters
Mix it down wife beater and a spatula
Eyes on me like tarantulas
Passion passed my surroundings
It's inevitable
But I ain't left the ground yet
Like a heavy dude, Stand up nigga
Dressed for the palace
Wizard of oz and Alice
100 Million dollar balance
Make it spread like a Hunnid hands
I ain't playing no games
That's a bunch of fans
Need mine up front like Leveon
Or ima sit out and orchestrate me a band
4th down don't punt
You know bro love his lunch
And you'll get a stiff arm like mega man
Ain't gotta be on brunch for me to have my feet on stuff
These sweaters were made for
Any fiend weather
Seen better dreams and seen peasants
For me, All I receive is presents
Gift of gab in extreme measures
But I'm Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
I ain't giving up or no breathers
Ima star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
Writer: Ibn Ali
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