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breez evahflowin' - give it away (clean) lyrics

[intro: sample from [?]] (x12)
cl-ssic

[hook: tonedeff]
timbs on my feet, trees in my dutch master
d’s on the beat, freestyle to give -ss away
cyphers are blunts in front of brick storefronts
fiends on the hunt fix on the front stoop all day

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
cl-ssic sk!ll (what?), cadillacs of ill real
jack jumping all over jill hill
track b-mping although it’s real ill, kinda eerie
global chemistry, my mind of theory
combine it ‘til it’s monetary, get up with tone
only two ways to ride: get paid or get gone
word bond, it can happen to pentagons
alert, miniature p-wns. we can all get descended on
depending on the vibe i get, this shit
got me wanting to spit some more—this is how i live
want to see the top? keep an eye on the kid
iron monkey kick shit, tokyo blitz
want to get at me? talk to your b-tch
taste my fame on the part that you kissed
taught the game—any parts that i missed
would have been claimed by the punching of fists
but gotten to this?!? yeah, that’s that shit
come on, it’s like:

[verse 2: breez evahflowin’]
some think i lost my desire to fight
me hanging up is like finally retiring mike
so extreme like fire and ice—i’m torn
my life’s like f-cking with that x-b-tch storm
i’m born 12-18, 70-something
family income was second to nothing
never repped movie rap ‘cause that’s second to fronting
walking through b–by traps ‘til y’all step on the b-tton (boom!)
i’m hungry like that fat b-st-rd glutton
no discussion. just bring the cash you clutching
‘cause it costs, my minutes are vital
trying to finish the vinyl that’ll finish your idols
you know garbage n-gg-s, godless n-gg-s
to battle, then bring it all. we’re gone, god forgive us
can’t contain the pain my pen tell
training days was hard, scarred by many denzels

[verse 3: breez evahflowin’]
resounding sound that runs wild through crowds
of mcs when i pound them down
frown, screw it up. i take it like if you erupt
then i probably ain’t do enough
who want to get dumped? set your date
itch like you rocking drawers made of [?]
trying to escape out of a lion’s gate
stupid like batman with an iron cape
soft like extra mayonnaise, get high like zion is
sciences and cultures
get twisted, served, and engulfed by vultures
f-ck a gold mine. i hold a mind
black like a dozen episodes of soul food when it’s showtime
rework the alb-m, got to be cl-ssic
so i could be like, “stronghold, we running this rap shit”
with the stats to back shit, ug for life
but the green don’t grow without water or light like:

[hook: tonedeff] (x3)
timbs on my feet, trees in my dutch master
d’s on the beat, freestyle to give -ss away
cyphers are blunts in front of brick storefronts
fiends on the hunt fix on the front stoop all day

- breez evahflowin lyrics

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