Breath Control (feat. Logic)

Everything that I have, I'm thankin’ God for it now

I'm takin' all of my trees, proceed to breakin’ it down

Though we're fuckin' with ground levels, we in the clouds

Stay reclinin' my seat, smokin' lean in the back

Livin' like rock and roll but still doing this rap music

Movin' through stats, always movin' the crowd

If Wiz Khalifa’s on your campus, then I'm probably smokin' loud

With a banger comin’ out, talkin' bout

Keep your cool so we don't hear the hate and doubt

They just mad 'cause they ain’t make it to the clouds

Tried they best but they just ain't gettin' accounted for

We ain't goin' back and forth, I ain't just start

Multiple trends, I open doors

Provided a style for you and yours

I made the class, you studied the coursе

Game's to be sold, not told, all that you could afford it

Make surе the private plane cold as soon as I board it

More concerned with stocks and mortgages than little boy shit

Famous girl, she on my line, she need a dick appointment

Yeah, yeah

Tell me who really want it

Everything that they talking about, I already done it

Don't fuck with their narrative and how they spun it

Like Clive Campbell, I'ma set an example

My flow ample over this sample

Leave the beat trampled, never one to ramble

Head to toe in that camo, blowing up trees like Rambo

This is the way, bitch, I'm repping that Mando

Got a lot of money, don't need a Lambo

Back in the day, I was in a minivan though

Back in the day, I was in a minivan, oh

Sippin' on something and whippin' it slow

2010, I remember when I was living in my godmother's in G-Burg, that's my word

Bumping Mac Miller KIDs, Kush & O-J Wiz

Look in the mirror, I'm hoping it's his day

Give a fuck what the kids say

Logic bringin' it back to the rap shit

That 2 Dope Boyz, DatPiff (yeah, yeah)

Give a fuck about a rap list

One in a million, I'm on that list

On the map like a atlas

Talk shit, get hit with a fat lip

Smoking that buddha then dip in the pussy, we call it the catnip

Run the game like a 3090, leave 'em all behind me

Step back, motherfucker, don't try me

'Cause I'm me, you know it's Logic

Haha, haha (y-y-y-y-yeah, y-y-yeah)

Hahaha

(Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex)

Crazy, don't try to rap along

It'll try to recite you

Don't waste your time, hahaha

I know no one else can't do that, I already know

I know that