Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.
It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire
Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Another 5, eli won't even be there
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
The way they hit her i just stop and stare
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
We just went there
I'm running out of air
Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear
Got our middle fingers in the air,
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