Breathe [Acappella]

Then you gotta
'Coz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to breathe

Then you gotta

Woo!
Then you gotta breathe, oh
And they in they worst
I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
Two and then a three, three

Then you gotta
Sure these niggaz can't breathe
Two and then a three, three
Two and then a three, three
One and then a two, two
You betta breathe

Every chick I bone, can't leave the dick alone
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
If you present with the man
Grippin' on a toy that you won't find in 'KayBee'
Three and then a four, four
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Three and then a four, four
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
They don't have to put the Heimlich on ya

When I come through, hum too, some shoes

I came back with some sicka stones
Three and then a four, four
Lookin' like they need oxygen masks
Uptown gotta, The Bronx gotta
And then
Then you gotta
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right

Then you gotta breathe
Woo!
Gotta be 20 man, it's not even funny they can't breathe
When the crew walk in it, pop a few corks in it
And space myself and just take a deep breath
Three and then a four, four
That's the reason they signed me
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
Then you gotta
Everybody breathe
Unless these motherfuckas breathe
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
You niggaz gotta, you bitches gotta
And ride up on them like they escalators
Three and then a four, four
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Like they say wine do

I rhyme slick on ya
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
When I come through, hum too, some shoes
Three and then a four, four
And it don't stop till I tell 'em to breathe
Breathe
To the A-B, it's in the maybe, rollin' with my baby
That got these broke niggaz lookin' at me

You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe
One and then a two, two
You know what? You right, these bitches can't breathe

Look look, they hearts racin', they start chasin'
I see 'em on the block when I passes
Two and then a three, three
Catch a breath, 'fore you catch a left
And I ain't just layin' a verse, I'm sayin' the facts

Even worse, catch a Tef, only way you catch a F

Like a doctor with a stethoscope
On they last breath talking to investigators
Then you gotta
Then you gotta breathe
You niggaz can't share my air
One and then a two, two
While you inhale the weed
'Coz it's hurtin' 'em to see Fab in his best
Then you gotta
One and then a two, two
One and then a two, two
They shook up and hooked up to respirators

Embrace they health or either keep em' on a quiet
In the presence of the man, your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
But I'm so fast when I blow past that they can't breathe
Queens gotta, Staten Isle gotta
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
You betta breathe
How I address the haters and under estimators
Three and then a four, four

I make it hard to breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes

Then you gotta breathe
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Two and then a three, three
When they see the plasma in back
Three and then a four, four
Two and then a three, three
I don't see no fuckin' hope
They has to react like havin' a asthma attack
One and then a two, two

Then you gotta
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
But I keep em' on a diet
The choke holds too tight, the left looks too right
One and then a two, two
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
Two and then a three, three
Then you gotta breathe
It's slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
Yo, these niggaz can't breathe
So I know it's one of them everytime I flip my phone
One and then a two, two
Two and then a three, three
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth

Then you gotta breathe

They rather see me lay in a Hearse than lay in the bach
Then you gotta breathe
What you know about lettin' dimes lick on ya?
Breathe
Two and then a three, three
One and then a two, two

Three and then a four, four
And I'm gettin' better year by year
Then you gotta breathe

Then you gotta breathe
And I pace myself

My flow is like a Coupe, breezin' at 90

Breathe