Air It Out

Lyrics
Verse 1: Welcome to the game, just checking in My left hand cold as my right hand, handle god, handle all defense On the rise, born star, shining, make you wince On a trip, travel far, never leave the crib Still sip brew, fuck the law, that's the heat in him Fired up, fire up the bud, fire in the whip Hot box, hit the box raw, I'll be honest, shit Times is feeling two pc, dial up my kin Tell em cop a couple tabs, cop a couple caps Pop em, popping off, I'm finna blast, often in my bag Two toned in effect, two veeky in the fit Tunes in the tubes full of bass, bumping hits Since the womb dealing rays, in the womb is my kid The wolves in the woods and my wood near her clit Hey mama, oh you wanna dance with the kid No problem, give her what she want and she good Hook: You should know what you care about Those problems, we can air it out On a rise, don't you ever doubt Cool vibes, sitting on a cloud Cause I know what you care about Go pro, know you hear me now Two aware, join me on the ride Two raw, shimmy shimmy ya (shimmy ya) Verse 2: I'm at your door like it's UPS Know i've never been scared, so this is at the best A cold world and it never stop Good kid, mad kid, black kid in a white class Who's the bad kid? Ask them I was selling drugs in the bathroom I was getting blown, headed home on the bus, nude phone pic Beating Peter down, petered out while he leaking out Matter fact, none of that is true or am I in denial? Fuck it Squares swimming on my tongue, swimming in the Nile Hello crocodile, been a while, sun dial, time's up Drop a dime, i never give a dime up, lined up Sorry what's your name? Don't remind us (oh lordy) Boy I came for a good time (whoa brodie) Roll buds, fuck the one times (oh lordy) Dust settles round the chalk line Kill em all, kill em off, don't talk (Repeat hook) Verse 3: Last verse going bonkers More informed for my conscious thinkers Don't down my thesis when i turn around shouting that I'm Jesus Never pass, puff puff puff, I ain't talking Reese's Surrounded by no weak links All gang, hang with the gang, that's a Lazy thing Treat it like the Wayans so we all eating Wall-E ing, last man on Earth so appalling Kong leading, you prawns seasoned Bomb designed with the atoms that we all feeling I drop codes on the game cause they all cheating Pen bleating, paper get abused, line after line We victorious Warriors, lay it down with my brain just to fuck it up in your speakers With no weakness, don't speak this You ain't got the time, ain't no peak to this so do no speak to this Cause (Repeat hook)
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Credits
- Writers
- Tyréc Robinson