Trae Tha Truth - Breathe Easy lyrics

Troy AVE, straight out of NYC I rep that BSB and yeah, the streets feel me I touch their heart when I speak I'm touching women in sheets I'm touching money off keys I'm touching boys like a priest With the heat blessing teeth I'm in tour, pop the core Celebrating, getting O Fighting cases in this court Some lost, but they really won ‘Cause sh**, what they really done could get them triple life Or the chair, all in gear one 365 I am free and alive I'm too blessed to be stressed, thank the Lord in my eyes Can't forget my cerebral, on point like a needle I know some n***as be haters and bitter b**hes are evil You see the Devil's a liar, Troy Ave is the truth My homie Trae is same Ain't no chuck in the booth Ask my burrow for proof, they'll say I really did it Open statutes for some so we'll never get specific Yeah, breathe easy Breathe easy Breathe easy Yeah, breathe easy I keep a round like Dillinger, hundred rounds in the cylinder Disrespect what I'm repping and I'll leave you stinking like vinegar Got a plug named silica other side of that border Abandoned houses full of bricks, living room like hoarders Cancel your order, the work is kidnapping your daughters He does in silence, he'll hit you with a list and a quarter 30 or greater, I'm here to hang my dick on a hater I'm still the king walking these streets, it ain't gonna be nothing greater n***as get checks, no deposit, end up in critical sleeping Ain't nothing funny with your leaking jaw wide, no speaking My n***a boss up in the kitchen whipping something we tweaking You can smell that sh** for blocks, white blocks I'm speaking Used to take on my section, while n***as wait they blister Oh, yeah, I'mma send somebody else in a state of depression Ain't no rule for being hungry, p**y n***as better feed me Truly on the waist, n***as better breathe easy Yeah, breathe easy Breathe easy Breathe easy Yeah, breathe easy ROB out the CPT, rep that DLG Breathe easy Yeah, breathe easy Count of California, repping high Step on any n***a that think to talk crazy about my city Wide click clack, bang bang, no sh**ty Tech spit, you be neckless, we ain't having that without no titties Camera photo, shopping in Soho In the Audi photo blowing dodo, whipping this solo Watching for popo, calling up your hoe She coco, hitting the bear, yelling out yolo I love this show, boo I'm not used to you, avian, that's my Houston crew …guns Arabian, bang them till they reduce your crew Hating until you Lucifer, I'm tryna k** a whack sh** ‘Cause really it's a problem, don't confuse that with no rap sheet You talking like the n***a, won't you prove it with your actions? I'm living your dreams, I can prove it with them actions Long way from motherf**er Yeah, breathe easy Breathe easy Breathe easy Yeah, breathe easy