Tekster:
Trae Give My Last Breathe

bring the whole crew back Give my - give my last breathe - Give my, give my last breathe Give my - give my last breathe if I could bring you back [Verse 1: Trae

bring the whole crew back Give my - give my last breathe - Give my, give my last breathe Give my - give my last breathe if I could bring you back [Verse 1: Trae

(Fat Pat) Verse 7 (Big Hawk) I'ma swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could

can't be changed I use to cry when my friends died, but then I realized I'm the one, who's still facing hard times I recall, fiending for my last breath

's why we not giving a fuck Ready to bust, on anything this life feeling, like we on our last breath I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start Or else

Ro:] Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a 'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my

and I don't miss these bitches [Trae:] A hundred grand worth of ice, would have these hoes so crazy Five cars and a house, will have her planning my

guide you to the plate It ain't never too late, we just gon hope that we can get to see it And I'd give my last breath, and my last smile to get to see

like it's my last breath Fuck what them niggas thinking, hit my corner they mean death The youngest of the Maab, but I'ma stomp like a big dog Presidential be hating, now my