Corey Grand - Breathe lyrics

[Verse Fabrashay A] Got a n***a feeling like Slick with no gold Or a teacher with no students; a preacher with no soul [A goldie with no hoes?] I'm trying to go pro, with so little to show me Paper like Newsweek; flow so unique Trying to advance but they trap me in the 'D' league [?] [?] to the words that the true speak Pray to god that a n***a never see defeat Turn my back 'cause they was frontin' on me Uhh, I heard your songs but ain't got nothing on me I'm way out of your discussion hommie Trampoline team came to get this sh** jumping [hommie?] Young prophet, just ain't put it in effect [???] [?] nights, still waiting on the check Send your boy a message don't speak with me direct [And I been in n***as' necks since money, power respect???] [Can I [???]?] [Verse Fabrashay A]