Might as well prepare
With that weed in the air
Woah there, woah there
Og like the prince of bel air,
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair
Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there
But now it's more declare
I can smell it in the air
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
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