LAURD Breeze Lowur Class Citizen [Prod. By LAURD Breeze]

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VERSE 1

Smoke the pack with my relli’s I’m coming back mackevelli, we blowing up like isealis, I spread the bread with the jelly, the juice be on pelle pelle, but the steez may vary, I’m putting breeze on the tele, to keep the hunger in belly

Novice mean that you don’t know shit, when yo hoes split man that change up the whole shit, breaking down like half the tree and rolling up a whole spliff, match my niggas with some women and we pop the whole shit like we pop a whole clip

But I’m chilling in minetonkas I’m living proper, treating hella niggas I’m like thirty doctors

Whipping Buick try not to lose it,I’m riding clean officer, well that’s not true but I got this trigger nigga if you move then Imma pull it

Well then lemme get my bags, for the stairway to heaven all over some tags, damn got another one, shit that make me smoke the sack and then go buy another bunch, because the shed of blood

Snapping like the shutter do, moving money fast shutter smooth, spreading all these words like butter move,im a real actual monster if you guessing characteristics, sometimes my conscience be missing, I gotta quit the repentance

I know that God had plan, he knew that I’d understand, that the most of all my blessings, was me becoming a man

HOOK

Won’t settle as a lowur class citizen
Dream as big as my visions is, still in this
Match me like I’m tryna get to Wimbledon
And live in ignorance and bliss and shit, x2