young chris - breathe easy lyrics
feat. santos
(intro)
y’all n-gg-s can’t be serious right now
tryna f-ck with this flow
aha. best flow, persistent, the delivery is me
(verse)
leave ’em in the morgue on the table
shoot till it’s fatal, hit two kenedies from the roof
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never me bitter, index in front of the trigger
they’d rather tie you up in front of you n-gg-
yellow caution is often, before dark they put ’em down in the park
go get that b-tch outline with some chalk
for every target’s a duck
autowar, pick your forces of dark
devil if a n-gg- caught in a cart
stand low on the notch, attack mode, how i’m feeling this year
you n-gg-s scared, i could feel it in the air
hard feeling is there, put ’em deep or we grim reaper, you f-ckin’ divas
we had a quarter with thirty six of you justin biebers
bout that water they cut thru, still gettin’ reckless
one pull in the dust smoke, they gettin’ naked
momma struggle, no dad, the street razor
yeah, dipped in that holy water, the heat take us
till the lawyers they gotta spoil, that’s why they loyal
no fedeft in the jungle, n-gg-, i’m bout it, sawyer
i’m in the trenches, fill the pot on the sweetest vics
i’m with the jackals, they lurkin’ n-gg-s, they need a lift
f-ck yo head, it’s fifth hit like ager
duck the tape of ransom money, you get that paper
n-gg-s dead, chicos laugh when it’s quatro cinco
pullin’ live from this block, it’s wiggle
wiggle hot in my yard, shout out to h, f-ck the cops at my door
fourteen hit the block of my heart
baby glock in my drawer, keep the stash, navy clock in my drawer
hus, why you on top of a wh-r-?
i’m on the block with my boss, hand in hand and duckin’ cops in the tors’
plain clothes and the tenant explores
tryna finish my ch-r-s, shout out to pop to keep the stash in the store
two rags for the stash in the door
bet a choppa could fit. hood check, kill my footsteps, n-gg-
kennet, gunnin’ season, i’m alive, my n-gg-
money, chasin’ eleven more, ready for every war
call off the coridor n-gg-, we leavin’ deadly wh-r-
we stick -ss-ssin on that low-low n-gg-, too flashy
equal the jack boys and popo n-gg-
till the death i’mma ride, let’s vibe these homicides
kamikaz, compet-tion for shamalaz
(verse)
i spark flames for this note-pad with this i’m crazy with the voc pad
these ever rappers throwin’ the towel
i’m makin’ them show flags
i never was the most have, was more like a have-not
raised by the garnister, fibered by the black op
grew up on the realest side, i seen some of the realest die
that’s how i learn to stay away from snakes, it’s how i feel they vibin’
when you see a n-gg- dead, you look him straight in his eyes
had to learn the hard way, cause i mistaked a million times
this for my thugs with a package in they drawers
p-ss-es got that hood hot cause they keep rattin’ to the law
i can f-ck with my b-tch goin’ at it, she be druggest
next time i leave the crib, i be on it till the morn’
can’t stop till it’s platinum on my wall and i neva get comfortable
cause i’m betta with my back against the wall
that’s why i’m puttin’ bed rock, killin’ these rappers
here, p-ss me the hot, i set fire to the atmosphere
i speed up, emergency, i’m killin’ them verbally
i’m just chasin’ my currency, n-gg-s say they gon’ murder me
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