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Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( /nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known mononymously as Nas ( /ˈnɑːz/), is an American rapper and actor. He is also the son of jazz musician Olu Dara. Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums since 1994, four of which topped… more »

In America, you'll never be free
 Middle fingers up, fuck the police 
Damn, can a nigga just breathe 

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest 
Grinding, enough diamonds
To change the climate 
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe

 Jewels enchanted
Like they was new from Atlantis  Cruise with the hammer 
Jealous-hearted, can't stand them
 Haters are scandalous, damn
Can't a nigga just breathe 

To all my niggas getting money in the streets  Middle fingers up, fuck the police  Light up my trees, and I just breathe 

I twist them
Baby-momma-beef victim  Chronic leaf-hitting
All kinds of heat wit him
Wisdom, from pot to pissin'
To high position  Intense hustle
It's pain like a pinched muscle

'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks 
'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge
 Slams a mallet and says 'life', I'ma guap
Then I cop, then I yacht, then I dock
Island-hopping, away from nightmare-holders
Or cowboy slangers, who shoot up any club

To see their names ring loud on some FBI poster 
Must be on X or he coked up, suggesting I post the
Bail, I'm like yes, 'cause we soldiers 
We just getting older
In time, we still in our prime 
I can't afford a new arrest on my folder 

Nigga, breathe 
In America, you'll never be free
 Middle fingers up, fuck the police 
Damn, can a nigga just breathe 

Bravehearts, still QB's Finest 
Grinding, enough diamonds
To change the climate 
Not only do you see a nigga shinin'
You can see a nigga breathe

 Jewels enchanted
Like they was new from Atlantis  Cruise with the hammer 
Jealous-hearted, can't stand them
 Haters are scandalous, damn
Can't a nigga just breathe 

To all my niggas getting money in the streets  Middle fingers up, fuck the police  Light up my trees, and I just breathe 

I'm fresh out of city housing 
Ain't have too many options  Pennies on a pension or penitentiary-bounded
 Plenty Henny in me
Envy was simple they trend see

My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
The high life, the fly life
 Pierre Hardy, Imitation of Christ 
Ice wear gaudy, since '94 flossy 
The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me

The pestilence of the ghetto informed me, as a shorty 
To push nothing less than a 740
With fresh linen
Sip Pellegrino with heirs on
They sick, mixing they water when airborne . . .

Oh, they so sick
Look how I got them going crazy
Look at that
You gotta let it out
 Stress ain't good, man
You gotta breathe . . .

Written by: CHRIS OPTIKS JONES, SAMUEL BAZAWULE

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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