Gambit (Breathing Room) lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Truett]
This right here dawg?
This- (Yo)
This right here dawg?
This right here dawg?
This is my f*cking rap
This is my motherf*cking rap!
This right here is my motherf*cking rap
This right here! My motherf*cking rap
I gotchu dawg
I gotchu
Sincerely this is my f*cking rap
To whoever asked me this is my f*cking rap
Yeah
Man
Yeah
I take a f*cking 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
b*tch 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 f*ck with you b*tches
An ounce
An itch in this town
You're out of here missing the ground
So you kissing the ground