Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Right, now you say you don't care
I don't even breathe the same air
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
Uptown roamers, and south side riders
And the air force scrambles fighters
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear
I'm running out of air
No, not on top but down there
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