Chavis Chandler - Breath of Fresh Air lyrics

[Verse: Chavis Chandler] What up doe? How are you? Good evening motherf**ers, co*k s**ers Meat beaters and rum eaters, I'm Back So tell them ol' Muppet, Cousin Skeeter Puppet a** n***as its a wrap, uh, Chav n***as always saying my name, its a shame I never reply cause they all lame So, I'm never hearing em, colder than a dead hookers heart Standing on the corner in Siberia, k**ing em Mix it up, n***as on some gay sh** Too much high fructose in they Kool-Aid mix Don't give a f** bout what you did I was brought up drinking sugar water When wasn't no Kool-Aid, b**h What you know about it? We was glad to be alive We would scrape up change just to cop some Chili Fries And I'm, I'm, better than all yall n***as WNBA squad, you run with all b**hes Still these n***as all senseless, take offense And get defensive, every time a n***a spit sh** The illest young n***a to ever spit this Flow with no V-accine (Vaccine) for n***as to rid this A backpacker, but I'm still from the streets East Side 7 mile. you can get yo a** beat n***as i went to High School with is deceased dawg You crazy, if you think you f**ing with me See, i'll sh** on yall n***as, want beef dawg? Ill smack the sh** out yall n***as I triple double dog dare yall n***as, yea my clothes fitted Dawg but i ain't no hipster. Im from the place where n***as Opticals is Mammoth Tusk, Cartiers, staring through the white Buffs n***as moving zones so they dont give a f** About such and such, cause they too busy bossing up G.I. Joe guns, n***as don't wanna see the Cobra clutch Split ya whip in half, like a n***a when they rolling up Detroit, but my flow is international my squad is Verbal Vomit Yo and this a Breath of Fresh Air My mans! Do me a favor, n***a and tell yo b**h Ima Take her soul, I can Change ya f**ing life n***a Zilluminati WHAT UP? Alright enough of the bullsh**, i forgot i was rapping Alright, sh** lets do it again, Look Its Don Corleon in Comme Des Garçons and A pair of vintage Carties from 1991 Give em what they want, they don't even gotta ask for it Balling on these n***as all net, f** the backboard We not affiliates, if you be on that hating sh** Getting green all up on my salad, hold the bacon bits I'm a walking BLT, n***a what is you on? The whip Ranch dressing, and pocket full of croutons Nosy b**hes worry bout what my crew on She gimme brain, i pat her head "Duck Duck Goose" on I don't understand why these n***as think they hot n***a, we start popping bottles when the party stop Verbal Vomit b**h, respect it or get drop kicked By a fresh a** n***a that's wearing dead-stock kicks Clap a n***a up, Bravo, Bravo Back on my bullsh**, El Toro Bravo n***as talking sh** but n***a you ain't got dough Verbal Vomit b**h and n***as know that i got flow Its funny n***as be reppin Dirty Glove but they Scared to put they motherf**ing mittens in the mud East Side n***a, wa**up shout out to my n***a Buzz Aye n***a, this is what we does, Detroit up in the b**h n***a Breath of Fresh Air, what up doe?