Breathe Easy Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

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 shit, 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 niggas be haters and bitter bitches 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 

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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 

Niggas get checks, no deposit, end up in critical sleeping 

Ain't nothing funny with your leaking jaw wide, no speaking 

My nigga boss up in the kitchen whipping something we tweaking 

You can smell that shit for blocks, white blocks I'm speaking 

Used to take on my section, while niggas wait they blister 

Oh, yeah, I'mma send somebody else in a state of depression 

Ain't no rule for being hungry, pussy niggas better feed me 

Truly on the waist, niggas better breathe easy 

Photos 

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 nigga that think to talk crazy about my city 

Wide click clack, bang bang, no shitty 

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 kill a whack shit 

‘Cause really it's a problem, don't confuse that with no rap sheet 

You talking like the nigga, won't you prove it with your actions? 

I'm living your dreams, I can prove it with them actions 

Long way from motherfucker 

Yeah, breathe easy 

Breathe easy 

Breathe easy 

Yeah, breathe easy