Breathe

Breathe (oh!)

Woo! woo! woo!

Breathe!

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta..

Then you gotta..

(hook)

Yo these niggaz can't breathe when i come through, hum too

Some shoes gotta be 20 man

Its not even funny they can't breathe

The choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? you right

These bitches can't breathe

(chorus)

Look look, their hearts racin

They start chasin

But im so fast when i blow past that they can't breathe

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya past

If u present with the man

U betta breathe

U niggas can't share my air

Or walk around in the pair i wear

And im getting better year by year

Like they say juan do

Cops couldn't smell me if you

Brought the canines through

And i pace myself

I know these money hungry

Bitches wanna taste my wealth

But i keep em on a diet

Embrace they health

Or either keep em on a quiet

And space myself

And just take a deep breath

I got em grabbin they chest

Cuz its hurtin em to see fab in his best

And they in they worst

They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back,

And i'm not just layin a verse

Im sayin the facts

I came back with some sicker stones

That got these broke niggaz lookin

At me like they choking on a chicken bone

Every chick i bone

Can't leave the dick alone

So i know

Its one of them everytime i get my phone

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta..

Then you gotta..

(hook)

Yo these niggaz can't breathe

When i come through, hum too

Some shoes gotta be 20 man

Its not even funny they can't breathe

The choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? you right

These bitches can't breathe

(chorus)

Look look, their hearts racin

They start chasin

But im so fast when i blow past

That they can't breathe

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya past

If u present with the man

Bitch, breathe

I see em on the block when i passes

Lookin like they need oxygen mask-s

I make it hard to breathe

But i keep the glocks in the stashes

Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us

And make it hard to breathe

They has to react

Like havin a asthma attack

When they see the plasma in back

You dudes r wheezin behind me

My flow is like a coup, breezin at 90

That's the reason they signed me

Its quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts

Feels something like hard punches to the gut

How i address the haters, and under estimaters

And ride up on them like they escalators

They shook up, and hooked up to respirators

On they last breath talking to investigators

Im a breathe of fresh air

And a fresh pair

Face it boo, and do it till ur face get blue

And then breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta..

Then you gotta..

(hook)

Yo these niggaz can't breathe

When i come through, hum too

Some shoes gotta be 20 man

Its not even funny they can't breathe

The choke holds too tight

The left looks too right

You know what? you right

These bitches can't breathe

In the presence of the man

Your future looks better than ya

Past if u present with the man

Bitch, breathe

When the crew walk in it

Pop a few corks in it

As quick as a tick in a new york minute

Catch a breath, fore u catch a left

Even worse, catch a tef

Only way u catch a f

To the ab, its in the maybe

Rollin with my baby

Grippin on a toy that you won't find in kb

I rhyme slick on ya

Ima hav to put the heimlich on ya

Wut u know know bout letting dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed

And it won't stop

Till they inhale ya seed

And they don't stop till i tell em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope

I don't see no fuckin hope

Unless these motherfuckers breathe

Yeah, brooklyn gotta, uptown gotta,

The bronx gotta, queens gotta, staten isl. gotta,

U niggas gotta, u bitches gotta, everybody breathe

One and then the two

Two and then the three

Three and then the four

Then you gotta..

Then you gotta.. breathe

Breathe (repeats)