BREATHIN' (feat. P Money)

Check Yeah Whoa Uh Yeah, look Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one, up this evening Is about a half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling Need a fee to leave the dwelling 20K or I'm not leaving They want me on 2 a.m They better get the fucking Ps in Time to let the wifey says "I made you chili" Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull When you feel lazy and defeated I was like, I beg you do it Top gears on, a brand-new season Plus, I hurt my foot on stage I couldn't make it to the freezer And not only that, you know that I rap I pay for this flat, go get me a snack She gave me a slap, said don't be a twat We giggle and that, I stay where I'm sat She get up and does it, like is this what love is? I know that I'm rubbish, I secretly love it She bring me a pasta, Evian I'm glugging I stick on Joe Rogan, ca' you won't find me clubbing Ca' I'm at the summit, I did it and done it You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it I'll come where ya drum, and do something thuggish I run in and cuss, ca' he ain't on nothing My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom You wanna talk tough, and you know I'm a glutton I order the beef and it deaded discussions Clinical with it, I scribble the lyric I dribble, I spit it, I bill it and lit it This fire, you feel it? I feel it, I feel to be liable To kill it, I'm raw, and I'm ruckus I run up and buck 'em A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it A samurai sword, and a star, I'ma fling it I mean it, I'm innit, I'm cold with it, innit? Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening Is a pack of mac, I'm gassed I pack a bag and get to leanin' Is a fact ca' junky fat Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat Like how I'd get this of off rap I rap this jewelry hit the floor Is he alive? I can't be sure I can't be right, kicking on left Hooking on pussies anymore I ran the light, I went to court I stood there calm, I'm not distraught You saw the M, you saw the sport Don't ask me why, it's what you thought Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening (yeah) Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening (yo) Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening (uh) Who can top I? Tool in my hand I'm not nice One eye closed with smoke, I'm Popeye Tracksuits, but I got mob ties Never wear top man, but I wear top guys Doing up Virgil before Virgil Racks in the shoe box, made money off-white Behind enemy lines, I'm offside Up in this city, you'll find in the melody I got the bare cold, p what you telling me Went to the club, had to find me your melody She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies She got a BF, don't care for the BS I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me She came with sickness, and I came with remedies Paid for the Uber, check back to my enemies (whoa) I'm murking this I don't need soundchecks, I got the gift Went in the room, did the one and the two And I'm leaving them pissed in a world of shit Wanna be me, but ain't got the wit' Ain't got the drive, ain't got the whip You think you're hard, you think you're it Pull out your sweater and now you got drip Telling these brothers don't play with the gang A couple of Christian brothers turned anti A couple of Muslim brothers go ham I'm punching these lines, so I mess up my hands Left in the states, still under your state I wanna go states, but think that I'm banned Because I get paid, the same as a band My taxes cost the whole of your brand You the man on the 'Gram, I'm the man in the south And I'm rolling about with ten grand in my mouth I'm the coldest about, who you know that amounts If you're dissing P money, I'm scoping him out I'm rolling about, with gold in my mouth A fan at my last show, sold me a house I heard he dissed Ocean, I'm phoning him now I'm radio knocking, I'm over and out Take disrespect, I flex new tech, screw fix Man find this and get huge checks Ruthless, manna forever be like who's next? Screwed in the manner of money, me, I'm Jewish Check, two guests, two plus two vets, who's next? Lord of the Mics got two checks M.O.E. new album, new sets, new best Relax, I ain't no new best Wouldn't even bother, could another? Now I promise, and I pity all the brothers who done another and another Then I might have animosity, and thrown on the stomach And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver Whenever ready, you can tell 'em that I'm ready I been standing with a semi, like I'm ready to bury Anybody named Shelly, yeah, I'm not for the telly You can tell that I'm heavy, got drive like a Chevy Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening Hold my weed, control my breathin' I just rolled one up this evening