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remy banks - exhale. lyrics

[verse 1]
somebody call flex and tell him
that the city’s back up on the map like where it’s supposed to be
i ain’t saying that we brought it back neither
but we d-mn sure helped and that’s a fact word to nigel’s rosary
we bring the world a piece of queens, that they never seen before
fans knocking at my door, saying banks we need that raw
imma give it to em like a blood diamond
they been calling me the golden child since when i wore the forces with velours
court side at the knick game, looking like a gym teacher
bape sweats, black tee, eyes lower than my ceaser
wifey wit me looking hot as ibiza
she hold me down and know all the words to “ether”, my queen my b-tch
on some new york shit, in soho, dolo, yankee low
puffin l’s in public, that potent substance
leaving lafayette pungent
then hit a rooftop lookin down at the metropolis
like d-mn look how we conquered this

[hook]
the world on my shoulders
i’m aching from the pressure
and all got is this lighter
an l on my dresser
f-ck it, let me spark the shit up and lifted…

[verse 2]
ayo! queens get the dollar signs
when the world hear that, i want em to have we in mind
yeah me and my n-gg-s, world’s fair we endured a different grind
we ain’t have no gimmick, no gangsta image, no famous cosign
we was out here making shit jump in our own way, moving at our own pace
tryna renovate the golden gritty sound the city used to make with some modern flavor
inhale the haze, get nicer and turn these lyrics to better days
what you know about sitting in label meetings with a bag full of that sensi
…ain’t got no record deal, the chips is low and rents due next week
gotta make these ends meet, soon as i left that building i hit the streets to my handle b.i
shit, i ain’t even out here tryna be fly, i’m out here tryna get by
2.5 in the dutch, got some shit up on my mind i need to get rid of
i’m hustlin through the struggle, my n-gg- now watch me come up

[hook]
the world on my shoulders
i’m aching from the pressure
and all got is this lighter
an l on my dresser
f-ck it, let me spark the shit up and lifted…

- remy banks lyrics

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