let it breathe

[Intro: Gunna]

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]

Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way

Mind over matter when the war came

I was blinded by that light, now I see everything

Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream

Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh)

[Verse 1: Gunna]

I'm still waitin' on my moment

Give a damn about my opponent

Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs

Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings

Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed

Half the time a war start from envious and greed

Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave

Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed

We trainin', we like Creed (Trainin', we like Creed)

Oh-oh

Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms

Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through (Yeah)

I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised

Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (Yeah)

Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two)

These niggas real hoes and they talk more than the news (Yeah)

I'm a big dog and these lil' niggas poodles

Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who

[Chorus: Gunna]

Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way

Mind over matter when the war came

I was blinded by that light, now I see everything

Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream

Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh)

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach

Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacing, I been losing sleep

The AC blastin', my tires all screech

Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speeds

Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust (Movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust)

I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us

Fuck 'em, I went black card

Biggest yachty on the dock

Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all

Quick to follow protocol

Might get them folks involved

Flirtin' with promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off

Even though the paper straight

I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8

Now I got expensive taste

Take your bitch and levitate her

Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator

I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate

[Chorus: Gunna, Roddy Ricch]

Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way (It's all fate)

Mind over matter when the war came

I was blinded by that light, now I see everything

Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream

Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh)