[Chorus]
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
Fuck that shit, don't let that slide
Ay n***a, fuck that shit, don't let that slide
They yelling
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I get up on these beats
What they yellin' out?

[Verse 1]
How many times do a n***a gotta tell y'all, show y'all, oh lord
That I'm all unorthodox, I live outside of the box
These motherfuckers laughable, y'all ain't the cream of the crop
That's all that you got?
I know I'm everything that you not
My shit is highly potent, highly concentrated, highly understated
That's an understatement, make sure that you overplay this
Man these n***as overrated, wake me when they over baby
Drop the ball like oopsie daisy, man your drive more like Mrs. Daisy
N***as crippled, blind and crazy
Watch the road hoe, pay attention-tention-tention
My attitude like Marshawn Lynch's, lawd
I ain't finna kill myself (nope)
I ain't gonna run these miles (nah)
I ain't finna bend over backwards trying to please all of these bastards
In a game of slaves and masters, house n***as shuck and jivin'
Tap dancing 'round all the issues, tryna get a seat at the table
Tryna set their feet if they're able
That's cool, that's cool
But meanwhile I just do what I do when I say I do
Yeah meanwhile I just move when I move how I say I move
And you?
Well you just do what you don't when you say you do, ooh
[Chorus]
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
Fuck that shit, don't let that slide
Ay n***a, fuck that shit, don't let that slide
They yelling
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I get up on these beats
What they yellin' out?

[Verse 2]
Oh my, oh my
This a work of art that should probably be in the MoMA, MoMA
N***as say they can't keep up, they need a moment, moment
I'ma need my respect, you know, a homage, homage
Go on, go on
Piss or get off the pot
Hurry up take a shot
You're taking too fucking long, just make a decision and choose a direction so we can return it back to sender
You're just too obvious
N***as turn to algebra to calculus, you out of it
You say you do this shit, I really doubt it bitch
These n***as ignorant and fucking proud of it, I got it bitch
[Chorus]
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I'm speakin' on these beats
What they yellin' out?
Fuck that shit, don't let that slide
Ay n***a, fuck that shit, don't let that slide
They yelling
(Church)
Let a n***a breathe
I resuscitate the game when I get up on these beats
What they yellin' out?

[Outro; Sample]
I think that in 100 years there will be film cameras at every street corner
They will be put in place in the name of our safety
But our freedom is well increasingly vanished
We will trade our freedom for safety
We will allow our right to eroded because
The authorities tell us it will keep our children safe
Now remember these are only predictions, not prophecy
Maybe someday a future man will look back on them
Good day