Breathe Easy

[Verse 1 - Young Chris] Leave em in the morgue on the table, shoot till he fatal Hit you Kennedys from the roof, I told [?] and Trayo Never me bitter, index in front of the trigger They rape and tie you up in front of your nigga Yellow caution is often Before dark they put em down in the park Don't get that bitch outlined in some chalk For every [?] there's a dart, art of war, pick you posers apart Chopper left a nigga cold in the heart Stayin low from the narcs Attack mode how I'm feeling this year You niggas scared, I can feel in the air Hard feelings is there, put em deeper We grim reaper you fucking divas We add a quarter for 36 of the Justin Bieber Bout that water, they cutthroats, they getting reckless One pull of the dust smoke, they getting nekked Mama struggled, no dad, the streets raised him Never dipped in that holy water, the heat saved him To the oils I got em spoiled, that's why they loyal Known for death in the jungle, nigga I'm bout a soil I'm in the trenches, finna plot on the sweetest vic I'm with the jackets, they lurking nigga, they need a lick Fuck you haters fifth kick like Aker Duct tape or ransom money, you get that paper Niggas dare, take this laugh from this cuatro cinco Reporting live from this block called Wingo Wing a hawk in my yard, shoutout to H Fucking cops and my dog, 14 hit the block with my heart Baby Glock in my drawers, kept a stash Money sock in my drawer, hustle While you on top of a whore, I'm on the block with my boys Hand to hand, and ducking cops and the tourists Plain clothes, inter tenant explorers, just tryna finish my chores Shout out to pop, he kept a stash in the store 2 racks for the stash in the door Bet the chopper can fit, hood check came my first steps nigga I'm coming, gunna season, I'm alive my nigga, I'm on it Chasing 11 more, ready for every war, call up the coroner nigga We leave em deadly whore, we stay consistent on the low low nigga Two flashy equal the jack boys, I'm po-po nigga To the death Imma ride, let's dodge these homicides Kamikaze, competition, bitch I'm alive [Verse 2 - Santos] I spark flames to this notepad I'm crazy with the vocab These other rappers throw in the towel, I make em show flags I never was the most have, was more like a have-not Was raised by the corner store, five it by the back block Grew up on the realest side, I seen some of the realest die That's how I learned to stay away from 6 now I can feel they vibe Like when you shake a nigga's hand you look him dead in his eyes I had to learn the hard way, cuz I mistaked a million times This for my dogs with a package in they drawers Pussys got the hood hot cuz they keep ratting to the law Back and forth with my bitch, going at it, she be drugged Cuz every time I leave the crib I be headed to the mall But I ain't stopping till it's platinum on my wall And I never get comfortable, cuz I'm better with my back against the wall That's why I'm putting [?] fear, I kill any rapper here I passed being hot, I set fire to the atmosphere A state of emergency, I'm slaying them verbally Just chasing my currency, niggas say they gon murder me I hope them pussys coming prepared, we keep it one in the head But I ain't worried bout nothing, I'm on a hunt for this bread Growing up I had it rough where I lived And I ain't have no guidance cuz my brother was dead So I had to learn to toughen up, white material, suck it up Stand tall like a man and never be no fucking nut Rolled another dutch, so I could pop at 30 M dot right beside me and we riding dirty (Molly) I'm bout to lose control when I spit the booth explode And I'm a rare nigga, not your average 22 year old And my attitude is fuck em all So I'm screaming out fuck the law I just want to ball The underdog, I ain't afraid if you're a giant Cuz my bars made of stone, I'm like when David hit Goliath Thought I was falling off? nigga not at all I'm on the rise, they can't wait to see johnny fall But we ain't playing with haters, so tell em knock it off Before I make my homie treat your face like a soccer ball I'm starving nigga, I'm more than hungry You can't sit around broke when your homies need lawyer money I'm on my grind bitch you can't get a quarter from me