Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.
Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare
Got our middle fingers in the air,
I'm running out of air
You appear as if you care
Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there
Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,
Runnin' this bitch like i do not care
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.
Og like the prince of bel air,
Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere
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