Cap 1 - Breathe Eazy lyrics

rate me

My mother, my father

Then my best creation, my son and my daughter

…got me standing at the boiling water

Thinking like every PM tryna drop an extra quarter

Keep my amigo in the prayers, he try to make the border

Trap phone off the chain, who I place the order

I was 16 thuggin’ like 2Pac, tattoos and a Glock, tryna move a few blocks

And now I’m fed up with God and the feds

When the feds come get me hope to God that I’m dead

Execution style with a slug in my head

Tell my partners it was real and give my momma all the bread

Though I like confetti, though, moved out the petticoat

Turning 50 bricks with the stamps sent from Mexico

Naked bitches in the kitchen, money counting got them suspended

But I always get more money, get the power

My mother and my sister, father, and my brother

I was frying butter, I came from the gutter

Mac 11, get to talking, sounded like a stutter

Whipped one into a two then tried to make another

Yeah, I’m jumping out the gym, niggas spoil with

Came a long way from the local town boy, man

Walk around with that 40 on my hip…a 40 on my wrist

Caviar dreams, tell me what your vice is

I was rounding 4 and 4 ‘fore I ever had a license

Told ‘em give me two before they told me what the price is

Shorty, gotta hit her, pussy tighter than Vice grip

A nigga nice shit, no pen, no pad, I just tell ‘em press “record” then recite scripts

Get your popcorn, I put the mic in the kitchen

So I can rap about them chickens leave the pot on

Breathe easy, my niggas bang, bang like Chief Keef and catch you right on Peach Street

You niggas all sweet like peach tea

Throw it off the lot, same deal, we switch fee

Nigga, this is drug dealer…trap music coming live from the Phantom

Niggas talk…your bitch on a roll with them bricks and a camper