Breathe - Chamillionaire

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