Breather

By Money Man

On 24 Hours

Released on September 23, 2017

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[Intro]

(17OnDaTrack)

(Figurez Made It)


[Chorus]

I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'

I grow that indica and that sativa

Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper

She need her a breather

They love me, my prices be cheaper

My hundreds blue like a Skeeter

These niggas annoying just like some mosquitoes

She told me go deeper

A street nigga gave me ten P's for a feature

He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"

It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil

I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval

Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal

I keep it 1K with my people

Don't let these broke niggas mislead you

Don't let these fake niggas deceive you

She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat

She got that water just like she a beach

These niggas groupies just like they a freak

My money be neat

Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats

I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep

We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheets

She came on my sheets, niggas lie through they teeth

Fifty rounds on me for niggas who deep

I do this shit in my sleep


[Verse]

Yeah

These niggas be crossin', I'm just gon' off 'em

I'm in the growhouse just waterin' often

I hit lil' mama, she said it was awesome

I brought the drum like I'm playing percussion

I got me a rental from Budget

These bales that I got, they won't fit inside, so I'ma stuff 'em

He turned his back on me, plug droppin' packs on me

Knee-deep in loud, I just left out a factory

I'm high as hell, I ain't feelin' no gravity

Just like a turkey, she gobble and swallow me

Ride with the pack, so I found me a trailer to follow me

Niggas gon' die if they think about robbin' me

Clientele callin' me, why they keep callin' me?

I got the cheapest, I spent 2K on some sneakers in Nieman's

She got that ocean, that water

She bad and she gorgeous

I drive me some bales back to Georgia

Them P's get imported, I can't be extorted

Run up, lil' nigga, the news gon' report it

I'm trying to be cordial, these niggas be extra

I just caught a play in a motherfuckin' Tesla

Stick on the dresser, I'm traffickin' presidents

These niggas be tellin', I weigh it and scale it and mail it


[Chorus]

I'm not an Indian, but I be chiefin'

I grow that indica and that sativa

Took her to the crib and put her in a sleeper

She need her a breather

They love me, my prices be cheaper

My hundreds blue like a Skeeter

These niggas annoying just like some mosquitoes

She told me go deeper

A street nigga gave me ten P's for a feature

He said that, "I heard all your tapes, I believe you"

It's hard to trust people 'cause people so evil

I feel like a king, I be feelin' medieval

Just put a pound on the passenger seat of the Regal

I keep it 1K with my people

Don't let these broke niggas mislead you

Don't let these fake niggas deceive you

She came on my sheets, we fuck to the beat

She got that water just like she a beast

These niggas groupies just like they a freak

My money be neat

Ran up that sack, had to buy me some cleats

I ride with the stick with the doors off the Jeep

We just fuck to the beat, we might fuck on the sheets

She came on my sheets, niggas lie through they teeth

Fifty rounds on me for niggas who deep

I do this shit in my sleep