BREATHE

Yup, Uh Huh, Mmm They Look Me In My Eyes And Then Lie Through They Fucking Teeth Them Boys Is Chicken Acting Like They Wanna Beef, Huh Poison The Kitchen I’m Fixing To Throw A Feast Niggas That Die-Gust Beat The Belly Of The Beast, Huh? Not Me. Throw Em’ Away You Can Tell I Ain’t Tell The Truth If You Don’t Feel A Way Keep It Real With A Real Nigga, That’s What Dilla Say Drug Addict, Pathetic Fetish, Erratics You Broke Down, And You Broke In A Hiv Nigga You Magic, Classic Hat, And The Rabbit, Hat Trick Everybody Shift Just Like A Whip, It’s Automatic Kilt The Kitty My Dick As Long As A Black Casket Petty Petty, My Taste Palette Is Wap-Ready Another Hoe Who Took Double Ds, She Top-Heavy Whispered In Her Ear And Told That Bitch To Rock Steady Became A Pimp N Then Overnighted A Purple Chevy Huh, For Real R.I.P Michael But This Tito’s Perspective, Often Neglected This Is How His Life Was Affected, Since Adolescence Multi-Faceted, But Shitted On Like Joe Jackson Took 30 Laxatives Often Harassing Em’, Telling Em’ He’d Never Be Good As Michael Jackson And Then Proceeded To Tell Em’ To Keep Singing And Backing Em’ Huh, I Guess The Moral Of The Story Is… That Could Never Be Me! If I’m Not The Best Then It’s Dj Khalid Killing All These Beats Producers Ain’t Got Time To Breath This Is For My Nigga’s Still Hangin’ From Them Trees We Gon’ Just, Huh, We Gon’ Just Breath Post-Traumatic Stress Will Touch Your Chest If You Ain’t Ready Flexing For That Fetti, Turn Your Body To Spaghetti That’s Why I Can’t Trust Niggas That’s Why You Can’t Trust Niggas That’s Why We Can’t Trust Niggas That’s Why We Can’t Breathe Got Drama In My Life And I Got Trauma On My Feed We Praying To A God That Got My Momma On Her Knees They Locking All The Doors And Then They Hiding All The Keys Yeah, Ima Show Ya’ll What I’m Bout I’m Just Gon’ Need Some Time To ….. Breathe!