[Lyric] Breathing Lessons (Sideshow)

[Intro]
Yeah mmm, ahh
I'm feeling good today
I'm feeling good on this one
Man, I'm-I'm tryna have to take a breath

[Verse]
Niggas need fix that aim, I been in the range
Frequent trips down memory lane, I pay in my pain
Shout my apparatus frame to the pearly gates
This why I call my dirty G-lock little aeroplane
I made a beast in myself, my face in my feral hands
When I'm alone I swear I feel the Pharaoh's pain
Gotta lose just to win, sacrifice for the gains
I told my love I'm doing good but I'm still stuck in my ways
Dry tears on my cheek, fake smile on my face
I miss my brother, little Fleez, he still fighting that case
Bro I still might do you greasy, believе me
I got some packs up in the mail, I'm out thе way being patient
Whole lot of bullets in my homegirl basement
If we static adjacent, known to leave the whole vacant
If you have it I'm taking more, you know I need my paper
A little breach in my plans
Listen e'rytime I speak like I'm the sheikh my man
Ties on the floor screen, stop
Tossed the ghost good then I ran
I leave the whip hot, it was not a part of my plan
I seen that nigga at the pit stop, Glock in my pants
I had to leave him right there, might've been my only chance
I run 300 rounds through, till my G-lock jam
II run 300 pounds through, in these purp club pants
A real man, hold you down 'cause I can
Real plans, show you how to advance
Weight of the world on my shoulders and hands
Don't want the world, just a little bit of land
They wan' be complex fools, I be the simpler... man
[Outro: Sample]