Gravy - Breathe Easy lyrics

[Verse 1: Gravy] Dirty Money, Desert Storm If u a hustla hommie where all that crack you sling I could fall off and bounce back like a matress spring The DA got me on some gun charges in PA When I was slinging coke down in Renu, VA Had to sell my Murcielago up on Ebay Got a lil stop in Jersey, thats my pit stop Monstars, A-Team, Ransom n Hitchco*k Got the game in griplock wit the yay in the ziplock 20 to a gram, stashed in a can of spam Revolvers are my favorite guns cause they dont jam I could sell you some Ak bullets for have a man I'm back in this b**h by popular demand Till the feds come & get me for them credit card scams For now I'm heat in the strip And n***a getting warm Dirty Money, Desert Storm We got the world in our palm, Whats hood? [Verse 2: Ransom] Whats hood is this n***as is getting money The sh** is funny They wasn't there when the kid was bummy Its dark so you only arrive when the sh** is sunny Its about to get cold in the game so get a skully I'm like a little kid in the dirt thats getting muddy A co*ky dude, your jaw dropped when you got the news Desert Storm all of a sudden you start coppin clues I got alot to prove, Lets get it straight n***a You ain't gotta go down south to get Chop N Screwed You might freeze if you see my cannon My whole family carry arms like Eli-Manning Dont be brave, cause your kids won't be saved N I'm a treat them like pitbulls that dont behave And I spit like i'm ready for world war Serve raw N I get it crunk like N I get it crunk like I live in the 3rd ward I dont got a house dawg I live on third floor Get a deal spend my whole advance on my first porshe [Verse 3: Hitchco*k] Fall back with your wack demeanor, I clap the Nina I dont care if you pack Karinas[?] Who you know raps is meaner, jack your beamer And still pick up dust like the vacum cleaner Your n***as ain't f**ing wit Hitchco*k Or Ransom, The anthem, this is our year in a phantom Putting n***as on to come back to school The reason the whole hood saying Thats Ma Dude! Match my j**elz, yellow n white gold I'm ice cold but I'm red hot when the dice roll Everything I write is my life told And I blaze haze so I crush it in the dutches & light those Those roaches send me the haze So gettin that dirty money like like Fendi and Grave Empty the gauge, simply behave I won't stop till I'm the chrome drop or Bently wit shades (ugh)