Woo, woo, woo
Breathe

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these ni**as can`t breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It`s not even funny they can`t
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can`t
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin`
They start chasin`
But I`m so fast when I blow past
That they can`t
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

You ni**az can`t share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I`m gettin` better year by year
Like they say wine do

Cops couldn`t smell me
If you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches
Wanna taste my wealth

But I keep `em on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep `em on the quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath

I got `em grabbin` they chest
`Cuz it`s hurtin` `em to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay
In a hearse than lay in the bach

And I ain`t just layin` a verse
I`m sayin` the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke ni**az lookin` at me
Like they chokin` on a chicken bone

Every chick I bone
Can`t leave the dick alone, so I know
It`s one of them everytime I flip my phone

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these ni**as can`t breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It`s not even funny they can`t
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can`t
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin`
They start chasin`
But I`m so fast when I blow past
That they can`t
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

I see `em on the block when I passes
Lookin` like they need oxygen masks
I make it hard to breathe
But I keep the glocks in the stashes

`Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to
(Breathe)
They has to react
Like havin` a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back

You dudes are wheezin` behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin` at ninety
That`s the reason they signed me
It`s slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin` like hard punches to the gut

How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators

I`m a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then
(Breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)
Four then you gotta
(Four, breathe)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta

Sure these ni**as can`t breathe
When I come through
Hum too, some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It`s not even funny they can`t
(Breathe)

The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can`t
(Breathe)

Look look, they hearts racin`
They start chasin`
But I`m so fast when I blow past
That they can`t
(Breathe)

In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If you present with the man
You betta
(Breathe)

When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute

Catch a breath, for you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F

To the A-B, it`s in the may be
Rollin` with my baby
Grippin` on a toy that you won`t find in KayBee

I rhyme slick on ya
They don`t have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know `bout lettin` dimes lick on ya?

While you inhale the weed
And it won`t stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don`t stop till I tell `em to breathe

Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don`t see no f**kin` hope
Unless these motherf**kas
(Breathe)

Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
The Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
(Breathe)

Staten Isle gotta
You ni**as gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody
(Breathe)

One and then a
Two and then a
(Two)
Three and then a
(Three)

Four then you gotta
(Four)
Then you gotta
Then you gotta breathe