Issue No 138 Breathe Eazy Lyrics
Breathe Eazy by Issue No. 138
My mother, my father
Then my best creation, my son and my daughter
'got me standing at the boiling water
Thinking like every PM tryna drop an extra quarter
Keep my amigo in the prayers, he try to make the border
Trap phone off the chain, who I place the order
I was 16 thuggin' like 2Pac, tattoos and a Glock, tryna move a few blocks
And now I'm fed up with God and the feds
When the feds come get me hope to God that I'm dead
Execution style with a slug in my head
Tell my partners it was real and give my momma all the bread
Though I like confetti, though, moved out the petticoat
Turning 50 bricks with the stamps sent from Mexico
Naked bitches in the kitchen, money counting got them suspended
But I always get more money, get the power
My mother and my sister, father, and my brother
I was frying butter, I came from the gutter
Mac 11, get to talking, sounded like a stutter
Whipped one into a two then tried to make another
Yeah, I'm jumping out the gym, niggas spoil with
Came a long way from the local town boy, man
Walk around with that 40 on my hip'a 40 on my wrist
Caviar dreams, tell me what your vice is
I was rounding 4 and 4 'fore I ever had a license
Told 'em give me two before they told me what the price is
Shorty, gotta hit her, pussy tighter than Vice grip
A nigga nice shit, no pen, no pad, I just tell 'em press 'record' then recite scripts
Get your popcorn, I put the mic in the kitchen
So I can rap about them chickens leave the pot on
Breathe easy, my niggas bang, bang like Chief Keef and catch you right on Peach Street
You niggas all sweet like peach tea
Throw it off the lot, same deal, we switch fee
Nigga, this is drug dealer'trap music coming live from the Phantom
Niggas talk'your bitch on a roll with them bricks and a camper
Then my best creation, my son and my daughter
'got me standing at the boiling water
Thinking like every PM tryna drop an extra quarter
Keep my amigo in the prayers, he try to make the border
Trap phone off the chain, who I place the order
I was 16 thuggin' like 2Pac, tattoos and a Glock, tryna move a few blocks
And now I'm fed up with God and the feds
When the feds come get me hope to God that I'm dead
Execution style with a slug in my head
Tell my partners it was real and give my momma all the bread
Though I like confetti, though, moved out the petticoat
Turning 50 bricks with the stamps sent from Mexico
Naked bitches in the kitchen, money counting got them suspended
But I always get more money, get the power
My mother and my sister, father, and my brother
I was frying butter, I came from the gutter
Mac 11, get to talking, sounded like a stutter
Whipped one into a two then tried to make another
Yeah, I'm jumping out the gym, niggas spoil with
Came a long way from the local town boy, man
Walk around with that 40 on my hip'a 40 on my wrist
Caviar dreams, tell me what your vice is
I was rounding 4 and 4 'fore I ever had a license
Told 'em give me two before they told me what the price is
Shorty, gotta hit her, pussy tighter than Vice grip
A nigga nice shit, no pen, no pad, I just tell 'em press 'record' then recite scripts
Get your popcorn, I put the mic in the kitchen
So I can rap about them chickens leave the pot on
Breathe easy, my niggas bang, bang like Chief Keef and catch you right on Peach Street
You niggas all sweet like peach tea
Throw it off the lot, same deal, we switch fee
Nigga, this is drug dealer'trap music coming live from the Phantom
Niggas talk'your bitch on a roll with them bricks and a camper