Breathe

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 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 choke holds 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 ya 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 getting better year by year

Like they say Juan do

Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through

And I pace myself

I know these money hungry bitches want to 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

'Cause it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best

And they in they worst

They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back

And I ain't just laying a verse

I'm saying the facts

I came back with some sicker stones

That got these broke niggas looking 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 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

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 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 choke holds 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 ya past if you present with the man

You better breathe

I see 'em 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 want to 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 breezing at ninety

That's the reason they signed me

It's quick 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 to respirators

On they last breath talking to investigators

I'm a breath of fresh air

And a fresh pair

Face it boo and do it till your face get blue

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

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 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 a F

To the A-be it's in the maybe

Rollin' with my baby

Gripping on a toy that you won't find in "KB"

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 weed

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**king hope

Unless these motherf**kers breathe

Yeah Brooklyn gotta

Uptown gotta

The Bronx gotta

Queens gotta

Staten Isle gotta

You niggas gotta

You bitches 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