Breathe

Picture that, invisible visual, so Kodak
Y’all need to come out the closet like old throwbacks
You’re so whack (whack) and I am so exact
My dough thick, I’m so sick like it’s no ex-lax
If I wanted to it’s true that I could probably peel panels (true)
But snitches got the Federales tryin to feel flannels (woo!)
Yeah Radio One but I’m a start a ill channel
Channel set, diamonds make a fan call me «Clear Channel"(haha)
You get that love and they can’t crack your nuts
I’m GTing in the streets, they like «that's what’s up!"(what's up?)
Peep sideways towards the God, it’s really blasphemy (yeah)
They on my website daily to stay attached to me (yeah)
They tellin lies, they livin somewhere in back of me
Actin like a groupie, super fruity, no daiquiri (no daiquiri)
Haha, you know a boss could spend
For every dollar that I spent, I swear I lost a friend
Caucasian Maserati and a awesome Benz
One white the other white, they the dopest twins (oh geez!)
Just follow me, no Twitter, I’m so realer (realer)
Bang, bang the rap game, I’m so Killer (Killer)
Mike/mic in my hand, I’m feelin like Godzilla
I’d still feel cooler than y’all with no scrilla (scrilla)
No gilla, gettin lost I’m never that, get a map
The jungle is crazy, so get a strap
It’s a fact, the Benjamins' everywhere that I’m at
If he every disappear, I promise I’ll get 'em back