Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy
So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere
Aren't you somethin', an original
Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble
Just hustling you understand
Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,
Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
Bitch, boy, im the most clairvoyant bitch you cant find in this atmosphere
Outta this world to the atmosphere
Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year
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