k**er Mike - Tryin To Breathe lyrics

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k**er Mike - Tryin To Breathe lyrics

[Produced By: Midi Mafia] [Hook] I'm from a place where real is real (Okay, we about to be out of here) I'm just tryna breathe (Talib Kweli, k**er Mike) I'm from a place hustler's still (Beautiful struggle continues) Rob and steal and k** And extort and I'm from a place where real is real I'm just tryna breathe I'm from a place hustler's still Rob and steal and k** And extort and (Yo it's so dangerous man, let's go) [Verse 1: k**er Mike] Baby's locked in cages Mamas look twice they ages Starvation's too much to stomach This must be Reaganomics These ain't for Martin Luther Don't let that name dupe ya And how he's born violent He's on that younger future On my block, boys with they hair Walk like two miles, sell crack rock And sell some samilia It sound familiar? Mi hombre, this is our familia Addicted felons, gun stealers And dope dealers And I'm from where coke is captain And you can buy whole in the back Of your block, in a napkin By themselves, children are left to fend So we indulge in sin Do what it takes to win Push off, shoot that jump But please check yourself, we win (I'm official Your Georgia homeboy k**er k** Putting it down for the ghetto) [Verse 2: k**er Mike] Ride with cracked up bumpers Do what it takes to win We mix our juice with Gin We mix our fight with hands We burn our dro slow Only with our closest friends We never scared We ride and die for one another This ain't my boy This boy here, he's my brother For him my blood'll spill For him I will k** This is true, my testimony live from Dixie Hills This is k**a k**, live I rest from Adamsville [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Before he toured school, my father was an entertainer Traveling through the south with a band of the crackers love to hang ya He stayed with me while I know most n***as pots is strangers Got soo gangsta, godfather to my cousin in van My suns is daily green These is the roots of my family tree My path is locked, I'll hand you the key I ran through the streets, n***as can't advantage of me I've seen calamities, soo much insanity, oh the humanity From a place where n***as keep the game face of the grills And go to the steel to make it real just to pay off some bills While robbing and k**ing is just basic sk**s But still n***as documented on those tapes of film Bullets gon' hit you in your stomach, near where your spleen be And rip you open, split six pack in half the mean three Yeah put addicts in the order, manics, yeah the hood have it You know the hood pack it, leave you in the wood jagged I wish you would actin', Brooklyn don't act a fool When apex tack only way to pack a tool I got the flappers, you know the swagger with attitude n***a piss in my ear, I let 'em go like ladders do Oh you wanna battle dude? You my challenger? I'm bad for you Make a snappy dude become a grown a** man, dawg, this sh** I have to do, bad for you When I spatter you back up a few feet away When n***as laugh at you, you feel like there's something you need to say? [Hook] I'm from a place where real is real I'm just tryna breathe I'm from a place hustler's still Rob and steal and k** And extort and I'm from a place where real is real I'm just tryna breathe I'm from a place hustler's still Rob and steal and k** And extort and