It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Got our middle fingers in the air,
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
I can smell it in the air
For 9 years in spain had the time share
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
Years back you believed that the world was fair
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
You got a baby boy or girl in there
I said hey, you right there
Og like the prince of bel air,
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