"Respiration"

[Verse 1: Var]

Sitting down writing in the room

Niggas stay biting so I use a little lighting

And you making noise guess I'm lightning before the boom

But even the thunder lost too

So I spit heat, history

In the making give or take a few

Syndicated views

Nigga I don't do, that

But I'm in to breaking rules

Tryna get schooled? get ya backpack

Then it's on in a few

But I ain't tryna lose

Nigga got the blues but

The booze just removes all the bruises

Ya snooze then ya losin

Cruise with my crew in this crew neck

They askin who next?

Well you guess

I'm the best out, y'all just too tech

Better yet all these niggas flagrant

Nothing personal but you just ain't shit

I be so high like a spaceship

But all I need now is a little respiration

[Hook: Var]

Inhale exhale

Cuz your mind is a ticking time bomb, we don't need no detonation

You niggas hurting the game

You want a whip and a chain

While I'm worried about reparations

All I need is respiration

All I need is a little respiration

Inhale, Exhale cuz your mind is a ticking time bomb

[Verse 2: Var]

Throw on the cargo fatigues, you can't see me

Even if Var go down leagues you can't sea me

Baked like a ziti

Stay in the lab like DeeDee

The way SSE be

Try copyin it ain't easy

Believe me, many have tried

To send me outside to beat me

The cyphers come alive when I arrive but die when I'm inside

Cuz niggas don't wanna spit when I give em shit that rhyme, that columbine

I'll school ya, Then blast holes at assholes

That try to act like they mack hoes and rap flows that's hard

But Var don't let it slide

You better hide cuz karma stay outta sight and ruin your mind

Two at a time

It got you thinking and debating

What's at the next turn?

Relax, you need some respiration

Inhale exhale cuz your mind..

[Verse 3: Var]

The next in line for this petty crime

I steal the show and your attention

Not to mention that every line

I said is mine

This beat is flat line, killed it

But I ain't hear no gats firing

And I can swear these cats lying

Like lazy kittens, say he spitting but it's backfiring

These daffy ducks shooting they self in the face

When they race and try to keep up wit the pace

But they can't handle the taste, when they biting

They say it's like all types of spices

Mics is lifeless when I approach em

These niggas popping up talking about bread so I had to toast em

You bad and so slim

Too bad you ho'in seem like every bitch around flick ash and carry lotion

I guess they into handies while they toking

They legs be wide open

They like it fast so impatient

But I tell em slow down girl cuz you need some respiration

[Hook: Var]

Inhale exhale

Cuz your mind is a ticking time bomb, we don't need no detonation

You niggas hurting the game

You want a whip and a chain

While I'm worried about..

[Verse 4: Jedi]

Inhale, and let it all sink in

Make em panic I'm so titanic when I'm inking

Ironically a nigga bout his iceberg, lettuce

The money turns me on, it's like I got a fetish

It's one of those things that you don't get if you don't got it, get it?

They sleeping cuz they're hollow and headless

Hoarse voice from just spitting it so stupendous

Infinity and beyond, I'm Buzz Light year to the limits

I'm right here, where the critics?

A breath of fresh air in my nike airs, I'm sprinting

Catch me if you can, I'm like lightning when I'm in it

Ain't writing with my right hand, I'm left-handed

I'm different they can't stand

I'm gifted with no santa

They hard as nails until they get hit with the whole hammer

Giving your soul cancer

It might make it hard to breathe

I'm giving you all answers they call me the cheat sheet

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Trife]

All I need is respiration

But really ain't no time left for hating

This movie ends with murder, that's your final destination

Been at the finish line before I knew that we was racing

Homie I put in work and rapping is my occupation

I been nice since I noticed I had a wind pipe

So blessed I question if I be committing sins right

I want the bread but don't give me a thin slice

Putting Jersey on out in New York without the pin stripes

My nigga, I deliver superb hits

A fresh prince without Will's last name, a wordsmith

Ask bitches, "Tell me what makes you think you deserve this?"

This music feeding my seed, you dropping that bird shit

I got, so much on my mind that I can't recline

I'm even better than y'all without the fancy rhymes

We break families up once me and my fam combine

I'm at the top pussies couldn't get a chance to climb

Gotta forewarn ya

Before you try to swarm on us

I'll run through your circle and square up with y'all on four corners

Damn, compared to me, y'all looking in bad shape

They couldn't fuck with the flow since I put out my last tape

Labels got you bending over, you getting your ass raped

You my son and child support is a bitch for my dad's sake

Ayo, this nigga Trife I ain't planning to stop

Fighting time like I'm boxing with the hands on the clock

For respiration..

[Hook]