文本歌词

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
Gasp
Then you gotta
Gasp
Yo these *z can't breathe when I come through hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what You right
These b**ches 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 ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You *z 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 Juan do
Cops couldn't smel me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry b**ches 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 it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in a hearse than they lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
They got these broke *z lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the d**k alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I made 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 are wheezin behind me
My flow is like a coupe breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin 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 the 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 till your face get blue
And then 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 A-B its in the mayb
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find I KayBee
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin dimes lick on ya
While you inhale the w**d
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell 'em to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no f**kin hope
Unless these motherf**kas BREATHE
Yeah Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You *s gotta
You b**ches gotta
Everybody 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
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE