IAMRTB - Asthma Lyrics

Yeah this that real ting
Uh, uh, Yeah
Yo this that shit that make an asthmatic nigga puff on a cigarette
I'm hella stressed, felling anxiety in my chest
Got me floored, thinking I can't take this any more
But I take some time, stand up and put it all behind me
You know me, this long term for the family
Working extra hours for the one that calls me Daddy
I ain't talking bout my little one, now's not the time
I'm buckling down and I be spitting to shine
I'm old school with a new flow and a new style
Freestyle on a train to a HP beat
Remix the ting hard while I'm flying on my feet
And charting so high, make you all want a feature
I been rewired like I'm Peeta in the game
And you -say I'm insane but ain't hearing what I'm saying
Chop a tree hard, yeah I call that beating wood
But I'm wasting all these books cause none of y'all can read me
Walkthrough like an RPG in these streets
I be blowing up but my duvet got no sheets
Tiptoeing toes ain't got no tips tho, yeah I need a tip tho, imma need that fiveee
I be driving the squad like Uber driver
Miracles when I work like Elijah
Yeah I wrote that script, you're the actor
Now I'm getting degrees no protractor
Pythagoras ain't even got shit on me
Teaching you a lesson ‘n' I do it for free
Second first year there I got a two one
Third year imma get the job done
I'm on the way (Oh yeah!)
Baby I'm on the way (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And it's been hard to run, this asthma hurts my chest
I keep running, running, I will never rest
Damn I'm on the way
(I just gotta let em know!)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(I just gotta let em know!)
(Gotta let em know!)

Yeah this that real ting
Uh, uh, Yeah
Yo this that shit that make an asthmatic nigga puff on a cigarette
I'm hella stressed, felling anxiety in my chest
Got me floored, thinking I can't take this any more
But I take some time, stand up and put it all behind me
You know me, this long term for the family
Working extra hours for the one that calls me Daddy
I ain't talking bout my little one, now's not the time
I'm buckling down and I be spitting to shine
I'm old school with a new flow and a new style
Freestyle on a train to a HP beat
Remix the ting hard while I'm flying on my feet
And charting so high, make you all want a feature
I been rewired like I'm Peeta in the game
And you -say I'm insane but ain't hearing what I'm saying
Chop a tree hard, yeah I call that beating wood
But I'm wasting all these books cause none of y'all can read me
Walkthrough like an RPG in these streets
I be blowing up but my duvet got no sheets
Tiptoeing toes ain't got no tips tho, yeah I need a tip tho, imma need that fiveee
I be driving the squad like Uber driver
Miracles when I work like Elijah
Yeah I wrote that script, you're the actor
Now I'm getting degrees no protractor
Pythagoras ain't even got shit on me
Teaching you a lesson ‘n' I do it for free
Second first year there I got a two one
Third year imma get the job done
I'm on the way (Oh yeah!)
Baby I'm on the way (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And it's been hard to run, this asthma hurts my chest
I keep running, running, I will never rest
Damn I'm on the way
(I just gotta let em know!)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(I just gotta let em know!)
(Gotta let em know!)