Hook:
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
Still a flame on nigga came in my own lane
Ride in my own coupe, slanging Louis Lane.
Superman ain't up in that phone booth
Dope game cocaine, post it on my own stoop.
And the jet's trying to move something I was on...
Skywalker, old G in my optimo,
Drug store open 24 like a stop and go.
Before I ever sold a show I was capping blow
Off and Joe's, black and white, diamonds called a rocky road.
That clock go seek, go screaming, 'yo, vamonos!'
Your team on dear nights and you the hockey coach
Knock 'em down like dominos when your partners go to chop a blow
And leave the same bloody nigga gotta know.
Oh, before I heard wiz, I rock the road
Fucking hoes like emeralds at the Papa dose.
Yo, that's how the Don gotta roll
With them trues on my ass and them Prada's on my toes
Hello!
Hook:
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
I rose from the dead, snacking on a bats head
Drag nails to your feet, bitch, screw up with a flat head!
...comet, meet eternal blackness
The vacuum of space I would kill to the drag fan.
Fuck you, still alive for!
I do this in my sleep while I'm spooning with my side hoe
Miza, drinking out a gazer you up in Kaiser
Stump by some shit that belong to a Budweiser commercial.
Herzfeld, stab and squirt purple
Murk you in a church full of people in a pressed circle.
Doomsday scenario like RIPO man
Buffalo Bill I will keep your skin
Beat your head in and eat your limbs
Pull on life support and meat bay your limbs
These hipsters got hot this ain't revenge of the nerds
And you know what they say you can't polish a turf, nigga!
Hook:
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
Hey, yeah, I'm talking menace to society...
Eddie throw all strikes, I would never throw balls.
You niggas is foul while I knock you out the park though
And I'm so sick, you can call a nigga bravo!
Pull up in that car slow, look me in my eyes
Heard they wanna call me Norman, cause I'm so psycho.
The AK47 will make you dance like Michael
Moon walking, I think I hear your tomb talking.
Sicker than my last song, you blink with the cask on
I had to go hard, you know why? This is rest song!
And he's not for play, and I'm not, neither!
Catch me with a bitch in a drop two seater.
After I'm done fucking, you can have her, I don't need her!
I'm on my third strike and you just a Mr. Meaner
Call me Windex cause nobody come cleaning
And listen, you just follow the leader!
Hook:
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
You think he's still breathin, bre-bre-breathin?
You think he's still, still, still breathin?
