A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
Years back you believed that the world was fair
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
Everyday we live and breathe the air
I'm steady well known from here to bel air
Another 5, eli won't even be there
Og like the prince of bel air,
U got all them drums in there
Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear
Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.
They're tryin to say that i don't care
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
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