Breathe Easy

[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 Hitchcock 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 bitch by popular demand Till the feds come & get me for them credit card scams For now I'm heat in the strip And nigga getting warm Dirty Money, Desert Storm We got the world in our palm, Whats hood? [Verse 2: Ransom] Whats hood is this niggas is getting money The shit is funny They wasn't there when the kid was bummy Its dark so you only arrive when the shit 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 cocky 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 nigga 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: Hitchcock] 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 niggas ain't fucking wit Hitchcock Or Ransom, The anthem, this is our year in a phantom Putting niggas on to come back to school The reason the whole hood saying Thats Ma Dude! Match my jewelz, 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)