Intro
Yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
This some old school shit
This some soulful shit
Yeah, yeah
Uh uh, uh uh, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Uh uh uh, yeah
Verse
I be that apex predator
Toying with flows my buzz is lightyears ahead of ya
Puppets of the business how I label my competitors
Spitting out this golden shit I'm like a cash register
Clearing my mind, been seeking clarity
Laughing at the shit I'm hearing like they parodies
Under pressure but the competition be relaxing me
Ain't no love on this side of town, it's a tragedy
Read between the lines, duck and weave through rhymes
Stick and move, kid been rude, ahead of my time
New kicks on my feet, but I got an old soul
You rap to get past the red rope between the gold poles
You may be posing on the red carpet
But who's really fucking with MXTCH on some straight bar for bar shit?
My shit either leave you impressed or depressed
All these rappers wanna kill themselves, I was born to be the best
Yeah
Said I was born to be the best
My whole crew be some radicals we eradicate the pest
Burning bridges is a habit laugh in the face of damage
I'm the shepherd slaughtering the sheep who think that they savage
Know we dangerous, don't wanna play with us
Do my own thing, though most these rappers be plagiarist
Keep the answers to myself I studied the game
Ironic how you sound the same as a way to make change
Hook
Breathe
I need a moment to breathe
Breathe, breathe, breathe
I need a moment to breathe
Yeah
I need a moment to breathe
The devil be pulling me under I swear to God I need a moment to breathe
Breathe
Yeah
Outro
I need to breathe
I been running, running
Need a second to breathe
I been running, running
I been running out of breath
I been running from my problems
I been running from my stress
(Running, running)
I got a lot to forget
None to forgive
Got a lot of regrets
Man I'm just trynna live
(Man I'm just trynna live, I'm just trynna live, aye)
I been running from my problems
There ain't no easy way to solve em
Ain't no easy way to solve em
I can even face my problems
Put my face to the bottle, hey
I really came up from the bottom
I'm just trynna pop my collar
What would you do for a dollar?
(I been running from my problems
I been running from my problems)
I been, mumbling on man I don't know what to say now, bitch
(Hey, yeah)