Lyrics Box Breathing - Matthew 508

I'm floating 30 thousand feet above the rat race
Bezel with the fat face
Hundred 90 Xanax, live my life like it's a drag race
Knew that they were taxing, I was thankful for the flat rates
Back pedaled out of the ghettos where they would trap base
Destined for the black Wraith
Can't imagine going back to that place
Tulips had the slang use like Mac Dre's
Milds with the yak straight
Wilding, that was bad taste
Flipping nickels inside out and licking out the bag flakes
Rest in peace to Pat Stay
Filters in the ash tray
Winning streak for eight years counting, ain't had a bad day
Even with the writings on the wall I always had faith
Still get the chills when I see Camrys with the Mass plates
Solemnly swear to stack Franks
I'm on a mission fuck it
Simply tryna squeeze out every drop before I kick the bucket
Knock the cobwebs off my Dior and I get lit in public
The underworld just had me interrupted, I'm back

Praise to the most high for granting me serenity
Supporting me when judges sat to sentence me
For lawyer fees, attorneys who defended me
Protecting me when plugs considered stretching me

That's intervention
I gather it together then I hit the session
Box breathing, loosen up the grip of tension
I never had to rap to get attention, 508

Everything must go like a blow out sale
Pardon if I overshare
Boarded first thing smoking, I couldn't grow out there
Shuffled through the fire then got focused got my dome repaired
Couldn't get my family to answer but my bro was there
Yayo in the cellophane, white as a polar bear
Calculated action at the market it was open air
And I don't say it much, I hope you know I care
I apologize for being lost I wasn't home that year
Raise your glasses to another clean and sober year
Life was getting dicey so I figured I would roll a pair
Close my eyes and I blow a square
Remember I ain't have the clothes to wear
My bro would throw me gear
Brown wasn't Coca-Cola, the burner Motorola
Who I am isn't who I was but I don't compare
60 milligrams with legs it's like they stole a chair
Young-Star, Montana Sosa with the flow and snare

Praise to the most high for granting me serenity
Supporting me when judges sat to sentence me
For lawyer fees, attorneys who defended me
Protecting me when plugs considered stretching me

That's intervention
I gather it together then I hit the session
Box breathing, loosen up the grip of tension
I never had to rap to get attention, 508