Lyrical Breakdown of Breathe In Breathe Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West feat. Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Breathe In Breathe Out" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out"

Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap

I gotta apologize to Mos and Kweli

But is it cool to rap about gold

If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali)

First nigga with a Benz and a backpack

Ice chain, Cardi lens and a knapsack

Always said if I rapped, I'd say somethin' significant

But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again

And it's still about the Benjamins

Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms

Strippers named Cinnamon, more chips than Pentium

What ya gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is

I'm tryna spend my stacks

And I'm so broke I look back like, "Damn, was I on crack?"

I mean 12 platinum chains, was I on that?

What the hell was wrong with me, dawg?

Sing along with me y'all

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out"

Now even though I went to college

And dropped out of school quick

I always had a Ph.D, a pretty huge dick

Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this

And givin' head is like a whale that's using a toothpick

Well, I'm in the club for a limited time

Act now and get some action for Free .99

Later on I might charge for nage

Heard her man was the boss of the floss

But she still want to toss me the drawers

And it ain't gon' cost me because she my caddy

'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club

And I'm still actin' calm than a mug

She asked, "Can you drive me and my hunnies where my Altima was?"

While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man

Baby, I fully understand, let me help you wit' a plan

While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga

Give me some head, that'll really piss him off

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya' iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out"

I blow past low class niggas with no cash

In the fo' dash six, bitch you can go ask

So when I go fast po-po just laugh

Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash

Whatever comes first I'm prepared for the worst

Whatever comes second I'll be there with my weapon

Pullin' up in the Lexuses, one on both hand

So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous

Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages

'Kay, I need a free hand mammogram

I got weed, drink and a handicam

All of which is legal in Amsterdam

Can't you say my name like Candyman

And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman

But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave

You can't take that all at one time, ya gotta breathe

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out

If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out

Push a big truck, pull ya keys out

Girls go wild and pull ya D's out

Breathe in, breathe out

Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out

If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out

When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out"

Yeah-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh

And you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city")

Y-yeah, and you say, "Chi-city"

Y-yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city")

Uh-huh (uh-huh), and you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city")

Y-yeah, you say "Chi-city" ("Chi-city")

Ugh-ugh (ugh-ugh), you say, "Chi-"

Yeah, you say, "Chi-"

Yeah, you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city")

Chi-city (Chi-city), Chi-city (Chi-city)

(Chi-city, Chi-city-)