Stop breathing
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
Stop, don't stop
I had to pace myself
Take a break and live a little
Feeling like I'm too old to rap
Hit the booth and I feel belittled
My anxiety doing too much
Cause my job ain't paying enough
And my girl complaining bout other bitches that I ain't even f*cking for once
I ain't heard from my son in two weeks
My BM in her feelings she trippin'
Don't have time to find out what she mad about
On the real, I be wishing it's different
And I know it ain't nobody business
Heard the beat, so I'm venting to y'all
June 16th, I was hurt, it was Father's Day
But my son never gave me a call
And it really ain't even his fault
Truth be told, I be blaming myself
Should've never had sex with his mom
But I guess that's the cards I was dealt
Gotta take better care of my health
Blood pressure be high cause of stressing
A failed rapper, that can't be my story
Gotta find some good folks to connect with
Read the room when your energy high
You gon' see the fake ones get offended
I be humble, so if I say f*ck you
Keep it P, it's a reason I meant it
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I be chillin'
My emotion be breaking my spirit
If I spoke to myself at 18, would've thought we'd be sitting on millions
Bad with money if I'm being real
Got a check and I f*cked up some racks
Ain't no time to resent with regret
Double up, we gon' make that shit back
Motto is money, power, respect
When you take care of a home that's a flex
Car and jewelry, you know it get better
It ain't never too late when you blessed
I've been locked in my thoughts, feeling trapped
My reality deeper than rap
Thought bout living my life off the grid
Try my best not to live on these apps
I need peace, solitude, I want solace
Over thinkers be loving the hardest
Tired of folks asking me about the music
I'm the greatest if I'm being modest
Nowadays I can't listen to niggas
Cause a lot of the new shit is garbage
I came back with a chip on my shoulder
Give a f*ck who they say is the hardest
When you mention Makk Melly, say visionary
Don't compare me to none of these artists
Less you wanna be dearly departed
Temper short, I could be a lil' heartless
Hold up
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
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English
Stop breathing
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
Stop, don't stop
I had to pace myself
Take a break and live a little
Feeling like I'm too old to rap
Hit the booth and I feel belittled
My anxiety doing too much
Cause my job ain't paying enough
And my girl complaining bout other bitches that I ain't even f*cking for once
I ain't heard from my son in two weeks
My BM in her feelings she trippin'
Don't have time to find out what she mad about
On the real, I be wishing it's different
And I know it ain't nobody business
Heard the beat, so I'm venting to y'all
June 16th, I was hurt, it was Father's Day
But my son never gave me a call
And it really ain't even his fault
Truth be told, I be blaming myself
Should've never had sex with his mom
But I guess that's the cards I was dealt
Gotta take better care of my health
Blood pressure be high cause of stressing
A failed rapper, that can't be my story
Gotta find some good folks to connect with
Read the room when your energy high
You gon' see the fake ones get offended
I be humble, so if I say f*ck you
Keep it P, it's a reason I meant it
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I be chillin'
My emotion be breaking my spirit
If I spoke to myself at 18, would've thought we'd be sitting on millions
Bad with money if I'm being real
Got a check and I f*cked up some racks
Ain't no time to resent with regret
Double up, we gon' make that shit back
Motto is money, power, respect
When you take care of a home that's a flex
Car and jewelry, you know it get better
It ain't never too late when you blessed
I've been locked in my thoughts, feeling trapped
My reality deeper than rap
Thought bout living my life off the grid
Try my best not to live on these apps
I need peace, solitude, I want solace
Over thinkers be loving the hardest
Tired of folks asking me about the music
I'm the greatest if I'm being modest
Nowadays I can't listen to niggas
Cause a lot of the new shit is garbage
I came back with a chip on my shoulder
Give a f*ck who they say is the hardest
When you mention Makk Melly, say visionary
Don't compare me to none of these artists
Less you wanna be dearly departed
Temper short, I could be a lil' heartless
Hold up
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
I had to (stop breathing)
I felt like i (stop breathing)
I wanted to (stop breathing)
Stop, don't stop
I had to pace myself
Take a break and live a little
Feeling like I'm too old to rap
Hit the booth and I feel belittled
My anxiety doing too much
Cause my job ain't paying enough
And my girl complaining bout other bitches that I ain't even f*cking for once
I ain't heard from my son in two weeks
My BM in her feelings she trippin'
Don't have time to find out what she mad about
On the real, I be wishing it's different
And I know it ain't nobody business
Heard the beat, so I'm venting to y'all
June 16th, I was hurt, it was Father's Day
But my son never gave me a call
And it really ain't even his fault
Truth be told, I be blaming myself
Should've never had sex with his mom
But I guess that's the cards I was dealt
Gotta take better care of my health
Blood pressure be high cause of stressing
A failed rapper, that can't be my story
Gotta find some good folks to connect with
Read the room when your energy high
You gon' see the fake ones get offended
I be humble, so if I say f*ck you
Keep it P, it's a reason I meant it
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I be chillin'
My emotion be breaking my spirit
If I spoke to myself at 18, would've thought we'd be sitting on millions
Bad with money if I'm being real
Got a check and I f*cked up some racks
Ain't no time to resent with regret
Double up, we gon' make that shit back
Motto is money, power, respect
When you take care of a home that's a flex
Car and jewelry, you know it get better
It ain't never too late when you blessed
I've been locked in my thoughts, feeling trapped
My reality deeper than rap
Thought bout living my life off the grid
Try my best not to live on these apps
I need peace, solitude, I want solace
Over thinkers be loving the hardest
Tired of folks asking me about the music
I'm the greatest if I'm being modest
Nowadays I can't listen to niggas
Cause a lot of the new shit is garbage
I came back with a chip on my shoulder
Give a f*ck who they say is the hardest
When you mention Makk Melly, say visionary
Don't compare me to none of these artists
Less you wanna be dearly departed
Temper short, I could be a lil' heartless
Hold up
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Let me vent
Writer: Jamel Brooks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid