Breathing! Lyrics

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah I'm beating up the mic, damn I feel just like a wrestler

Damn I think I see a money tree and I just need the nectar

Trying to laugh my way straight to the bank, it feel just like a heckler

All my n**as having guns on them like doomsday preppers

Sneezing on the beat, it's like I sniffed a bunch of pepper

Damn my n***a doing dumb sh*t, probably jump you like it's checkers

I don't even wanna converse, say that bitch not bout to chatter

Ayo I got in the booth and I wrote you a letter, did you hear it

Yeah I heard all of this bullsh*t and I hope I cleared it

I gotta go, I can't let no one get near it

I had to fall back, you was f**king up my happy spirit

I felt like I gave you my heart and you just tried to tear it

Yeah now I'm sitting back and I'm torn to pieces

And I'm stepping on these tracks and I ain't got no creases

Rich money played the beat and told me that I had to eat it

We said it's tray six till we f**king succeeded

And we don't just want what we owe, bitch we f**king greedy

Yeah I'm off the shrooms, I'm geeked up till my eyes are beady

Run up in the flatter than the f**king TV

Yeah I'm way too high, touching the sky will be easy

Talking to God, he saying that hip hop need me

That's why I beat the beat up and leave the microphone leaking

That's how I'm having all the answers like I'm f**king cheating

Sh*t my third eye open, I can see all the plants breathing