Gambit (Breathing Room)

[Intro: Sample & Truett]
This right here dawg?
This- (Yo)
This right here dawg?
This right here dawg?
This is my fucking rap
This is my motherfucking rap!
This right here is my motherfucking rap
This right here! My motherfucking rap
I gotchu dawg
I gotchu
Sincerely this is my fucking rap
To whoever asked me this is my fucking rap
Yeah
Man
Yeah
I take a fucking tab homie
Pass the blunt and half it

[Verse]
I deal in facts
Got the weed if you got the acid
If I- straight to the face
Cause we don't play with the ratchets
Or rather whip or a chain
[Labiya?] stains on the fabric (Fabric)
Uh
Bitch I'm gambit with the tablets (Tablets)
Need a vice up like I'm standing in the attic (Attic)
Turn the light on (Light on)
Standing in thе attic (Attic)
Where's my lighter?
Need to rеach a little higher
Low no there it is
I found it like steps on the ground [?]
I don't feel any substance
In an abyss, you ripping on nothing
You running from something
Get going, it's probably gonna catch up in a minute
Clouds get up and I'm in it
And bounce
Don't fuck with you bitches
An ounce
An itch in this town
You're out of here missing the ground
So you kissing the ground