Don't Breathe - D. Lynch, Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes

I'm still learning to love Still holding my tongue Still playing where it's safest And I'm still trying to be strong Still stumbling along To people and to places That will take me where I need to be Find out who I'm calling me Life has only begun And already I'm Not sure if I can make it But it's fine, I'm learning to fly I'm saying goodbye To people and to places That make me less than I can be Don't care if I'm really me I am ready to try This thing we call life Though I won't do it perfect And I'm still so terrified Still so scared to die But maybe it's all worth it If I go to where I need to be Find out who I'm calling me Fight off all the negatives, the worries and the doubts And don't forget to breathe

Woo, welcome to the bank Where you deposit Young Money and you get Cash Money I'm Tunechi, the Boss And live from the vault is Busta Buss Swag mania, pop that goes most Carry the most beautiful bitches With us, happily toast Keep the faculty close Gross when we give them a dose Got them ODing, leaning in each coast Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter Who fucking with us We coming to give them the shivers Watery flows, spilling like rivers Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up Please don't throw up Hold your liquor, grow up If you robbing niggas We going to show you how to blow up Thank your lucky stars It's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin She gives in every time that I spin Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall We wade on, talk shit while we ball So what's cracking with y'all Native New Yorker And the slick talker featured in order Call the reporter Stepping like the British walkers Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it Get them into it steadily God, I'm stupid, so undisputed Act fool, back tool, until they pop off Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it And count the money up proper, cause you can GET IT Yeah It feel good, don't it, uh It feel good, don't it, uh Ay, I want to let y'all know, ay ay I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy And you listening to Q-Tip Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage You turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff, beat him the head Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf", whop Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof Oxy in me pulse He don't want no problem with niggas Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit, we winners Pillar of this rap shit, homie, they know Kill everything until it's time for me to go That's when I bomb it with a blow And then I black and get a little bit dummy The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas Bitches and ballerinas Ballers and in-betweeners Blatant non-believers and over-achievers Kicking it in Pele Adidas Drinking gallons and liters All of you must reconcile a leader She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated But never a scandal Because me and Bus we're prone to handle it, we're gentlemen Not to mention, we're veterans Second, he need some medicine Before I black as he get off my premises Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements See me doing it effortless It's never getting no better than this Giving your shit to convince a better preference Watch me turn them to skeletons See how I come and bring out the betterness Time is with it and I rep the foreverness Flying, United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate Now you need you a better ref You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I know it couldn't have happened without you Ooo-ooh without you-ooooooohhh Without you-ohh Without you