P.Y. - Morning Breath (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ayo, I'm boutta freestyle on this beat, um
It's - it's 5 in the morning
I'm just gonna snap on this one
Alright, aye

Get out the way, you niggas don't know the way
Yeah I was born in the wave
Man f*ck did you say
From NY I came but I gotta rep motherland Ghana the way
Just spitting off of the brain; a whole nother level
I spit the heat like a kettle
F*ck an office, I don't wanna be a Darryl
Shit man, I'm hard as a metal
Yeah and I'm gay like a bag of skittles (I mean happy)
And yeah nigga I make beats (Yeah actually)
Also I play the keys, I mean practically
And spit bars in the street, naturally
I just get it boy I'm independent and it's in the spirit
Man I'm filled with lyrics and I'm filled with talent
Name someone else who fits in my bracket bruh they all just maggots
Think you good? You want a challenge?
Beating me? Yeah that won't happen
Cuz I found my wings and boy I'm flapping
You tic tac I'm big mac
Lyrical genius I been that
Gimmie a sample I'll flip that, produce, record, then mix that cuz yeah

After a couple of sessions
Got myself together; no more depression
Thinking bout music as my main profession
Cuz the shit I drop be hotter than kelvin
I ain't got no father figure nigga
Almost said f*ck it and pulled the trigger but I'm good

Oh that wasn't too bad, yeah
Aye
Oh wassup?
Aye you better bring your ass back here
Yo what's up? what you say?
Come back, come back. I got - I got another one
Another one?
Um, yeah, I got another beat
Oh alright, alright
Yeah hold up. Lemme pull it up

Uh, this the beat right here?
Yeah, yeah
Alright, Alright
Aw shit lemme see if I- lemme see if I got anything left

P.Y. up on the track
2 songs man back to back
Yall didnt know that I could rap
I been had that, that's a damn fact

Ima just spit it ima get it ima get it good
Wish a nigga would
Wouldn't trade my skin if I could

It's apparent I'm missing a parent
(I spit that flame; guess I'm choleric)
My talent genetic
Deep in my skin; embedded
I spit the bars I inherit discography full of merit

I sing rap and edit
Plz give a nigga some credit aye listen
Young black and handsome, that be my aesthetic

Niggas live in the past, I stay in the present
You a five I'm a seven wait matter fact I'm 11
All your homies is fake and all mine niggas is brethren shoutout
My bros
Shoutout Brandon
Others weaker than peasants
I'm full of bars like I'm pregnant
I'm full bars never ending

Please get to stepping
And get up out my direction
Yeah y'all should leave yall upsetting
To your right there's the exit
Uh, something about brexit

I don't know, you can cut it there
You can cut it

Yeah you could, you could
Fade the sample out
Yeah, let it fade out at the end