Trae Tha Truth - Breathe Easy Lyrics
Troy AVE, straight out of NYCI rep that BSB and yeah, the streets feel meI touch their heart when I speakI'm touching women in sheetsI'm touching money off keysI'm touching boys like a priestWith the heat blessing teethI'm in tour, pop the coreCelebrating, getting OFighting cases in this courtSome lost, but they really won‘Cause shit, what they really done could get them triple lifeOr the chair, all in gear one365 I am free and aliveI'm too blessed to be stressed, thank the Lord in my eyesCan't forget my cerebral, on point like a needleI know some niggas be haters and bitter *****es are evilYou see the Devil's a liar, Troy Ave is the truthMy homie Trae is sameAin't no chuck in the boothAsk my burrow for proof, they'll say I really did itOpen statutes for some so we'll never get specificYeah, breathe easyBreathe easyBreathe easyYeah, breathe easyI keep a round like Dillinger, hundred rounds in the cylinderDisrespect what I'm repping and I'll leave you stinking like vinegarGot a plug named silica other side of that borderAbandoned houses full of bricks, living room like hoardersCancel your order, the work is kidnapping your daughtersHe does in silence, he'll hit you with a list and a quarter30 or greater, I'm here to hang my dick on a haterI'm still the king walking these streets, it ain't gonna be nothing greaterNiggas get checks, no deposit, end up in critical sleepingAin't nothing funny with your leaking jaw wide, no speakingMy nigga boss up in the kitchen whipping something we tweakingYou can smell that shit for blocks, white blocks I'm speakingUsed to take on my section, while niggas wait they blisterOh, yeah, I'mma send somebody else in a state of depressionAin't no rule for being hungry, ***** niggas better feed meTruly on the waist, niggas better breathe easyYeah, breathe easyBreathe easyBreathe easyYeah, breathe easyROB out the CPT, rep that DLGBreathe easyYeah, breathe easyCount of California, repping highStep on any nigga that think to talk crazy about my cityWide click clack, bang bang, no shittyTech spit, you be neckless, we ain't having that without no tittiesCamera photo, shopping in SohoIn the Audi photo blowing dodo, whipping this soloWatching for popo, calling up your hoeShe coco, hitting the bear, yelling out yoloI love this show, booI'm not used to you, avian, that's my Houston crew…guns Arabian, bang them till they reduce your crewHating until you Lucifer, I'm tryna kill a whack shit‘Cause really it's a problem, don't confuse that with no rap sheetYou talking like the nigga, won't you prove it with your actions?I'm living your dreams, I can prove it with them actionsLong way from mother*****erYeah, breathe easyBreathe easyBreathe easyYeah, breathe easy
