Breathe Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 7 - Chamillionaire

One, two, three (yeah), breathe (yeah) 

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] 

Tell me how you wanna floss (floss) 

Universal, I'm the boss 

Trust me that Chamillionaire is not the one to come across 

Flooded thoughts (woo!) 

They tryin to tell ya it's a drought 

Until I pull something out, to show you what a leak about (show you what a leak about) 

We the south (south) and y'all is just the heirs to air 

'Cause when ya open up your hand, nothin but air is there (air is there) 

Tryin to tear tags like the old Air Jordan pockets (why?) 

'Cause soon as I saw it, I just knew I had to pop it 

With a Rocket (woo!), 'cause Houston gotta cheer my name 

And if they don't (what?), I'm a make 'em fear my pain 

I'll explain (explain), 'cause I just put the madness on the pad 

And everybody that think I'm talkin 'bout 'em gettin mad 

Get your ad (ad), run along, take your little swag (take your little swag) 

I'm quick to tell a chick, she ain't the (Best I Ever Had) 

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