Breath (Freestyle)

Your boy sick

So move or the germ might touch ya

I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher

When I teach you how to rap fam

I'm in that black and

My ear-rings are Canaries the size of Pacman

Who gives a fuck if you sour boy

Cuz my doors got the windows from the 24-Hour store

I'm on the verge of flippin

Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the boy drippin

Me and 50 like Michael and Pippin

Ryu or Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em'

I had to lead society, mainly wit my system

Run and put em' in the trunk, like a kidnapper victim

I pop up till there pushin me harder

My associates got interior motives like bush and his father

I figure, I rather play wit these lames before i pass

Build a ball-court, go buy Bentleys to go to crash

I'm headed towards my prime

Wit metaphors and lines

And I compliment my momma wit pedicures and wine

I'm line for line, the rap Einstein

Pound for pound

Tyson a.k.a Icing

Left it for the record

I ain't sleepin for a second

So even if im naked theres tool under the pillow

I'm ballin so the view of the pool is from the window

I'ma smoker, so believe were the niggas wit the Indo

An angels nightmare, freddy kruegar to a bimbo

A dead beat to ur daughter

I'll fuck her and won't support her

I'm mashing on the pedal

Smile from ear to ear

Middle finger in the air

Hopin I catch her eye

Keep rydin behind your tints fuck

Niggas don't know no better

They'll rob you for the rhinestones in your pimp cup

They goin off what we say

Niggas is runnin over my bars, faster than Jamaicans in a relay

I'm blowin the Kush, driving lazy in the lane

Yelling money ain't a thang

Like Jay-Z and Jermaine

And ill leave you on a chain

Like Brady wit the aim

I'm the same

Whether the Mercedes or the train

And I may be on a plane

By the end of the night

But it's aight

Tho, I might go

I'm rich off a Mic Hoe

My stamina's low

X-Rated is my type so

I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go

Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom

Upstairs, nuts smeared all over your Sasoon

Ya im on that fly shit

That Southside shit

That I'ma sit on at least ten million before i die shit

I'm from the block where the heafers be

To doing shows out in Kingston when they rocking where your peppers see

And being gangsta ain't enough

A lil' nigga that's stuntin will put a killa in a box like Chucky

CHEAH!