YOUNG CHRIS - Breathe Easy lyrics

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Feat. Santos

(Intro)

Y'all niggas can't be serious right now

Tryna fuck 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

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Never me bitter, index in front of the trigger

They'd rather tie you up in front of you nigga

Yellow caution is often, before dark they put 'em down in the park

Go get that bitch outline with some chalk

For every target's a duck

Autowar, pick your forces of dark

Devil if a nigga caught in a cart

Stand low on the notch, attack mode, how I'm feeling this year

You niggas scared, I could feel it in the air

Hard feeling is there, put 'em deep or we grim reaper, you fuckin' 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, nigga, I'm bout it, Sawyer

I'm in the trenches, fill the pot on the sweetest vics

I'm with the jackals, they lurkin' niggas, they need a lift

Fuck yo head, it's fifth hit like Ager

Duck the tape of ransom money, you get that paper

Niggas 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, fuck 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 whore?

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, kill my footsteps, nigga

Kennet, gunnin' season, I'm alive, my nigga

Money, chasin' eleven more, ready for every war

Call off the coridor nigga, we leavin' deadly whore

We stick assassin on that low-low nigga, too flashy

Equal the jack boys and popo nigga

Till the death 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 nigga 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 fuck with my bitch 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, killin' these rappers

Here, pass me the hot, I set fire to the atmosphere

I speed up, emergency, I'm killin' them verbally

I'm just chasin' my currency, niggas say they gon' murder me