Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire
We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
I'm running out of air
We both grown and i dont care
I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
Og like the prince of bel air,
For 9 years in spain had the time share
I said hey, you right there
With that weed in the air
Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Years back you believed that the world was fair
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
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