Breathe!
One and the two Two and then the and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three Three and the four you gotta breathe! Then you (gasp) Then you (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be man It's not funny they can't breathe! The choke too tight The left too right You what? You right These bitches breathe! Look look, hearts racin' They start But I'm so fast I blow past That they breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man You breathe!
You can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I And I'm getting better year by they say Juan do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the through And I myself I these money hungry bitches want to taste my wealth But I keep em' on a they health Or either em' on a quiet And space And just a deep breath I got em' they chest 'Cause it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his And they in they They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the And I ain't laying a verse I'm the facts I back with some sicker stones That got these broke niggas looking at me like they on a chicken bone Every chick I leave the dick alone So I It's one of them time I flip my phone
One and the two Two and then the Three and then the Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three Three and the four Then you breathe! Then you (gasp) you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't when I come through, hum too Some shoes, gotta be man It's not funny they can't breathe! The choke too tight The looks too right You what? You right These can't breathe! Look look, they hearts start chasin' But I'm so fast when I blow That they breathe! In the of the man Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man You breathe!
I see em on the when I passes Looking like they need oxygen I make it to breathe! But I keep the glocks in the 'cause the cops want to and harass us And it hard to breathe! They has to Like havin' a attack When they see the plasma in You are wheezin' behind me My is like a coupe, breezing at ninety That's the reason signed me It's quick and hard punches on the cuts somethin' like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and estimaters And up on them like they escalators They shook up and up to respirators On they last talking to investigators I'm a breath of air And a pair Face it boo and do it till your get blue
One and the two Two and the three Three and then the Then you breathe! One and the two Two and the three and then the four Then you breathe! One and the two Two and then the Three and the four you gotta breathe! Then you (gasp) you gotta (gasp)
Yo niggas can't (breathe) When the crew in it Pop a few in it As quick as a in a New York minute a breath, fore you catch a left Even worse, a Tef Only way you a F To the A-be, its in the Rollin my baby Gripping on a toy you won't find in "KB" I rhyme on ya I'm a to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout lettin' lick on ya? you inhale the weed And it won't till they inhale ya seed And it stop I tell em' to breathe Like a doctor a stethoscope I don't see no hope these motherfuckers breathe!
Yeah, gotta gotta The gotta gotta Staten gotta You niggas You gotta breathe!
One and the two Two and then the Three and then the you gotta, breathe! you gotta, you gotta, Breathe!