Текст песни: Breathe / Dreaming + перевод

Breathe, I can’t see

It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed

It help me breathe

This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep

I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep

They got it on camera, told the police

I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway

I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live

I can’t breathe

Jealousy and greed, lemon tree and lean

In a 7 series Bimm, feelin' like the king

Watchin' teens die, on my television screen

Riots in the streets, you hear the pain when she screams

In this life though, rifles right where I sleep

I’m on a mission, had a vision, nine flights in a week

Get your digits up, pistols hidden in the cut

Glass piece look like a sippy cup, half gram, 50 bucks

We push wax like crack in the '80s

And I flip packs, ridin' brand new Mercedes

The good smoke, few bitches give me money

Cause they love me, two Asians and a bunny

All this pressure got me stressin'

And I’m chainsmokin' in my section

Smith & Wesson, keep the weapon cause I’m flexin'

And these broke boys keep on textin'

It makes it hard to breathe

Breathe, I can’t see

It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed

It help me breathe

This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep

I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep

They got it on camera, told the police

I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway

I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live

I can’t breathe

Fuck rap, I’m a legend in the game

And I can’t believe I ain’t sittin' in the cage

Gucci frames, top down, screaming, «Money ain’t a thing»

Coke rocks had us up all night in the rain

Look at now, barely smile, ain’t slept in a while

Money wild, on my kitchen counter, haters in denial

Got a club in the city, they just try and shut us down

Well I’m rich and still ride around with 20 pounds

Out of town, feds wanna hunt us down

Underground, blow a couple hundred thou'

This the lifestyle, but damn, it catch up quick

Bet this pack gon' flip, Berner snatch your bitch

Dirty money, I’m just tryna make it clean

And I pray to God every day to stay free

On the interstate 5, in a Jeep with a ki

CHP right behind me, take a deep breath

Breathe, I can’t see

It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed

It help me breathe

This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep

I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep

They got it on camera, told the police

I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway

I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live

I can’t breathe

I think I’m goin' insane

Searchin' for excuses but there’s no one to blame

Fuck fame, in the game, movin' caine faster

But I got my last name from a slave master

What’s wrong with this world? They’re try and blame rappers

I guess we’re the reason for cocaine traffickin'

We go to jail, they toast, champagne blasters

They say happiness is just pain backwards

My homie asked me what’s in the afterlife

After death, do you go to Heaven if you clap and shit?

I told him only Allah could answer it

He cocked his strap and said it’s back to this trappin' shit

Spit dumb, my tongue be on some acra-shit

It’s jewels in my music, you gotta cast the shit

Bar after bar, I’m so passionate

You can’t breathe, my words deadly as cancer is

Breathe, I can’t see

It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed

It help me breathe

This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep

I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep

They got it on camera, told the police

I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway

I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live

I can’t breathe

PART 2: Dreaming

Hand full of cash man these rap dudes broke

140 for the Benz on the highway floatin'

My eyes stay low off of high grade dope

So baby gotta pay me and I gotta go

Talkin' numbers on my phone’ll get you smacked

This rap money’s cool but I’d rather sell packs

Washin' money with white men

Them suits give me checks for my loot

Stripper girls on my phone gettin' nude

(Man she kinda cute, but shit…)

If she ain’t talkin' 'bout cash then I gotta pass

Your baby daddy really just want an autograph

Grow rooms, shows for a couple months

My club in Sacramento got the city goin' nuts

This is how I live, wake up in the morning with

Two girls by my side, 40 messages

On my phone, dirty pictures and kisses

I got 26 bitches and I love 'em the same

That’s real talk

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

I just bought a European

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

Fly bitches, all this money that I bring in

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

Weed lit, I just took about three Xans

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

Keep the weed lit, what a mean flip

6 Ps, 12 Gs in my jeans, shit

I had this shit jumpin' in '09

Back when out of town workin' was gold mine

First batch of KK, yeah I brought it

Me and Wiz smoked out, ask Snoop if Bern really got it

Burned pounds with B. Real

Me and B. Legit hand counted three mil', like really though

18, I had silly dough

31, sittin' on 12 milli though

Got your ex girlfriend in my video

She’s drunk, she even let her titties show

Bern get money out these pretty hoes

Give me everything, baby I’ll make it rain

I’ll make 'em cry when they hear the song with your name

Dirty pictures and kisses

I got 26 bitches and they drive me insane, it’s real talk

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

I just bought a European

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

Fly bitches, all this money that I bring in

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?

Weed lit, I just took about three Xans

Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?