Lyrics
Breathe
Simon says breathe
(Woah)
Imma step up to the beat
Donny said cheese
(Cheddar)
Why you smiling-Simon-dead
Put him under six feet -
Ain't got no guilty conscience
Nigga my spirit is free
Posted in your frontal lobe
(Pa!)
Steady on your dreams
Feeding your delusions-
This is all part of my scheme
(Mmh)
I can get you drafted-
Make you leader of the team
Lil bitch
(Bitch)
Why you talk to such primitive beings
Constantly eluding chats-
That contradict beliefs
Personality conflicted tryna find out who to be-
(Woah)
Got an attitude for music
You might think I'm kinda mean-
Pay attention to the rhythm-
Focus on delivery
(Pa!)
Shit ain't what it seem-
Compensated all my money
To profit off of your dreams
Yes my tactics sound Economic-total utility
Tryna maximise the time I spent
Treating you like a Queen
But I don't mean to demean her-
(Nah)
(Mean her)
Told her -
Stop thinking-
(Woah)
All these women - won't stop pushing-
Shawty-know-she-competition-
(Huh)
Push through-don't mess up the mission
(Argh!)
Show these bitches-you the top position-
Shoot all the shots you ain't missing-
(Uh uh)
She asked for the bag
(Bag!)
Chase the paper I'm her man
(I'm her man!)
Please-don't-take-advantage-
Of-stealing-all-my-plans
(All my wha?!)
Drop an album shake the industry-
Don't think you get it?
You wanna tell me I'm dealing
(Yeah)
I'm tryna make you my woman
Know I fucked up but just listen
(Pa!)
Only shawty I be missing
(Mxm)
You stay posted on my vision
All of these feelings-
(Haa!)
We gotta start living-
I'm reaching the ceiling-
But I be nonchalant
(Nonchalaaa!)
But she wanna have babies
Nonchalant
(DXN, DXN, DXN!)
I ain't changing my ladies
9 o'clock
She told me that we late-
For the second location
Keep her in rotation-
Running from clubbing -
Poker hand I caught the nigga said that he bluffin -
Writer(s): Obakeng Mothoa
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