Young Chris - Breathe Easy lyrics

Feat. Santos (Intro) Y'all n***as can't be serious right now Tryna f** with this flow Aha. Best flow, persistent, the delivery is me (Verse) Leave 'em in the morgue on the table Shoot till it's fatal, hit two Kenedies from the roof ? Never me bitter, index in front of the trigger They'd rather tie you up in front of you n***a Yellow caution is often, before dark they put 'em down in the park Go get that b**h outline with some chalk For every target's a duck Autowar, pick your forces of dark Devil if a n***a caught in a cart sponsored links Stand low on the notch, attack mode, how I'm feeling this year You n***as scared, I could feel it in the air Hard feeling is there, put 'em deep or we grim reaper, you f**in' divas We had a quarter with thirty six of you Justin Biebers Bout that water they cut thru, still gettin' reckless One pull in the dust smoke, they gettin' naked Momma struggle, no dad, the street razor Yeah, dipped in that holy water, the heat take us Till the lawyers they gotta spoil, that's why they loyal No fedeft in the jungle, n***a, I'm bout it, Sawyer I'm in the trenches, fill the pot on the sweetest vics I'm with the jackals, they lurkin' n***as, they need a lift f** yo head, it's fifth hit like Ager Duck the tape of ransom money, you get that paper n***as dead, chicos laugh when it's quatro cinco Pullin' live from this block, it's wiggle Wiggle hot in my yard, shout out to H, f** the cops at my door Fourteen hit the block of my heart Baby Glock in my drawer, keep the stash, navy clock in my drawer Hus, why you on top of a who*e? I'm on the block with my boss, hand in hand and duckin' cops in the tors' Plain clothes and the tenant explores Tryna finish my chores, shout out to Pop to keep the stash in the store Two rags for the stash in the door Bet a choppa could fit. Hood check, k** my footsteps, n***a Kennet, gunnin' season, I'm alive, my n***a Money, chasin' eleven more, ready for every war Call off the coridor n***a, we leavin' deadly who*e We stick a**a**in on that low-low n***a, too flashy Equal the jack boys and popo n***a Till the d**h I'mma ride, let's vibe these homicides Kamikaz, competition for Shamalaz (Verse) I spark flames for this note-pad with this I'm crazy with the voc pad These ever rappers throwin' the towel I'm makin' them show flags I never was the most have, was more like a have-not Raised by the garnister, fibered by the black op Grew up on the realest side, I seen some of the realest die That's how I learn to stay away from snakes, it's how I feel they vibin' When you see a n***a dead, you look him straight in his eyes Had to learn the hard way, cause I mistaked a million times This for my thugs with a package in they drawers Pussies got that hood hot cause they keep rattin' to the law I can f** with my b**h goin' at it, she be druggest Next time I leave the crib, I be on it till the morn' Can't stop till it's platinum on my wall and I neva get comfortable Cause I'm betta with my back against the wall That's why I'm puttin' bed rock, k**in' these rappers Here, pa** me the hot, I set fire to the atmosphere I speed up, emergency, I'm k**in' them verbally I'm just chasin' my currency, n***as say they gon' murder me