Breathe

Breathe, oh
 Woo, woo, woo
 Breathe
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through
 Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
 It's not even funny they can't (Breathe)
 The chokehold's too tight
 The left looks too right
 You know what? You right
 These bitches can't (Breathe)
 Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
 But I'm so fast when I blow past, that they can't (Breathe)
 In the presence of the man
 Your future looks better than your past
 If you present with the man, you better (Breathe)
 You niggas can't share my air
 Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
 And I'm gettin' better year by year
 Like they say wine do
 Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K-9s 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 the quiet
 And space myself
 And just take a deep breath
 I got 'em grabbin' they chest
 'Cause it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
 And they in they worst
 They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach
 And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts
 I came back with some sicker ston
 That got these broke niggas lookin' at me
 Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
 Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone
 So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone
 Breathe
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through
 Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
 It's not even funny they can't (Breathe)
 The chokehold's too tight
 The left looks too right
 You know what? You right
 These bitches can't (Breathe)
 Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
 But I'm so fast when I blow past, that they can't (Breathe)
 In the presence of the man
 Your future looks better than your past
 If you present with the man, you better (Breathe)
 I see them on the block when I passes
 Looking like they need oxygen mask-es
 I make it hard to (Breathe)
 But I keep the Glocks in the stashes
 'Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us
 And make it hard to (Breathe)
 They has to react, like having an asthma attack
 When they see the plasma in back
 You dudes are wheezing behind me
 My flow is like a coupe, breezing at 90
 That's the reason they signed me
 The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
 Feels something like hard punches to the gut
 How I address the haters and underestimaters
 And ride up on 'em like they escalators
 They shook up and hooked up to respirators
 On they last breath talking to investigators
 I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
 Face it boo and do it 'til your face get blue
 And then (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta breathe (Breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Yo, these niggas can't (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 you catch a left
 Even worse, catch a Tef', only way you catch an F
 To the A-B, it's in the May-B, rolling with my baby
 Grippin' on a toy that you won't find at KB
 I rhyme slick on ya
 They gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya
 What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya?
 While you inhale the weed
 And it won't stop 'til they inhale your seed
 And it don't stop 'til I tell 'em to breathe
 Like a doctor with a stethoscope
 I don't see no fucking hope
 Unless these motherfuckers (Breathe)
 Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
 Uptown gotta
 The Bronx gotta
 Queens gotta (Breathe)
 Staten Isle gotta
 You niggas gotta
 You bitches gotta
 Everybody (Breathe)
 One and then the two (Two)
 Two and then the three (Three)
 Three and then the four (Four)
 Then you gotta (Breathe)
 Then you gotta
 Then you gotta
 Breathe