BREATHIN' - Ocean Wisdom, P Money

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one, up this evening

Is about a half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling

Need a fee to leave the dwelling

20K or I’m not leaving

They want me on 2AM

They better get the fucking Ps in

Time to let the wifey says «I made you chili»

Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull

When you feel lazy and defeated

I was like, I beg you do it

Top gears on, a brand new season

Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn’t make it to the freezer

Not only that, you know that I rap

I pay for this flat, go get me a snack

She gave me a slap, said don’t be a twat

We giggle and that, I stay where I’m sat

She get up and does it, like is this what love is?

I know that I’m rubbish, I secretly love it

She bring me a pasta, Evian I’m glugging

I stick on Joe Rogan, ca' you won’t find me clubbing

Ca' I’m at the summit, I did it and done it

You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it

I’ll come where ya drum, and do something thuggish

I run in and cuss, ca' he ain’t on nothing

My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian

The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom

You wanna talk tough and you know I’m a glutton

I order the beef and it deaded discussions

Clinical with it I scribble the lyric

I dribble, I spit it

I bill it and lit it

This fire, you feel it?

I feel it, I feel to be liable

To kill it, I’m raw and I’m ruckus

I run up and buck ‘em

A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it

A samurai sword, and a star, I’mma fling it

I mean it, I’m innit, I’m cold with it innit

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Is a pack of mac, I’m gassed

I pack a bag and get to leanin'

Is a fact ca' junky fat

Ca' I’m sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack

Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat

Like how I’d get this of off rap

I rap this jewelry hit the floor

Is he alive?

I can’t be sure

I can’t be right, kicking on left

Hooking on pussies anymore

I ran the light, I went to court

I stood there calm, I’m not distraught

You saw the M, you saw the sport

Don’t ask me why, it’s what you thought

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Who can top I?

Tool in my hand I’m not nice

One eye closed with smoke, I’m Popeye

Tracksuits, but I got mob ties

Never wear top man, but I wear top guys

Doing up Virgil before Virgil

Racks in the shoe box, made money off white

Behind enemy lines I’m offside

Up in this city, you’ll find in the melody

I got the bare cold, p what you telling me

Went to the club had to find me your melody

She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies

She got a BF, don’t care for the BS

I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me

She came with sickness, and I came with remedies

Paid for the uber, check back to my enemies

I’m murking this

I don’t need soundchecks, I got the gift

Went in the room, did the one and the two

And I’m leaving them pissed in a world of shit

Wanna be me, but ain’t got the wit

Ain’t got the drive, ain’t got the whip

You think you’re hard, you think you’re it

Pull out your sweater and now you got drip

Telling these brothers don’t play with the gang

A couple of christian brothers turned anti

A couple of muslim brothers go ham

I’m punching these lines so I mess up my hands

Left in the states, still under your state

I wanna go states, but think that I’m banned

Because I get paid, the same as a band

My taxes cost the whole of your brand

You the man on the gram, I’m the man in the south

And I’m rolling about with 10 grand in my mouth

I’m the coldest about, who you know that amounts

If you’re dissing P money, I’m scoping him out

I’m rolling about, with gold in my mouth

A fan at my last show, sold me a house

I heard he dissed Ocean, I’m phoning him now

I’m radio knocking, I’m over and out

Take disrespect, I flex new tech, screw fix

Man find this and get huge checks

Ruthless, manna forever be like who’s next?

Screwed in the manner of money, Jewish

Check, 2 guests, 2 plus 2 vets, who’s next?

Lord of the Mics got 2 checks

M.O.E.

new album, new sets, new best

Relax, I ain’t no new best

Wouldn’t even bother, could another?

Now I promise, and I pity all the brothers who done another and another

Then I might have animosity, and thrown on the stomach

And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver

Whenever ready, you can tell ‘em that I’m ready

I been standing with a semi, like I’m ready to bury

Anybody named Shelly, yeah I’m not for the telly

You can tell that I’m heavy, got drive like a Chevy

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening

Hold my weed, control my breathin'

I just rolled one up this evening