Air It Out

Work with me,

I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight

This is some real shit

Uh, huh first things first

When a ****** money ain’t right

That makes things worst

Now he's just breathing he can barely manage

And he's way past starvin'

He's really famished

His right hand man is up north, that's hurtin' 'em

His cellphone bout to cut off, sprint jerkin' em

And his baby moms startin' to do her thing again

She left him for a ****** pumpin'

E up in Bengalton

If his money was right, than maybe he could diss her

But he can't, and ******s is breakin' his little sister

His pops just passed

His mom use to be an occasional sniffer

Then she started ****ing with the glass

Dude use to be a star back then

He had the

Benz CL something

But he just turned his car back in

Mad carrots pawned all his rings

Took a sting next thing

I knowMoney pawned all his bling

Now he just like everybody

With the same old plans

That can’t get over the hump

With the same old grams

They was on the block making fun of him

He slid off came back with his hammer

And killed everyone of 'em'

Cause when

I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe

Me and B I go man to man

I know ******s with an asshole

Full of parole that go hand in hand

****** hot that's humidity

And you can’t mix money with stupidity

Even though

I get my coke from

ColumbiaMy cars from

GermanyAnd my guns from

SicilyNothin' personal but

I was raised different

Hold my joint sideways so

I blaze different

Give it to anybody ****** an age difference

From ******z in the world to those in the ca [unverified]

Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp

At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ

It ain’t about being lyrical'

Cause when

I get in the booth

I make miracles and

I ain’t spiritual

But I’m in tune with the hood so

I’m better than you

And when you see me comin'

You know what is better to do'

Cause when

I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe

Can’t lie all

I got is my bitch and my vocals

And the only security,

I roll wit is my social

It don’t look decent

It’s like ******s left they crew in the hood

And went on the road with the precinct

Had it up to here with this fake shit

They don’t even want a ****** to earn his

Just give and take shit

Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets

And make sure they mention your name as the top ******

Trust me this go around

I will not have it

I'm puttin' mother****ers heads to bed like craftmatics

How you think your man died

More money than respect

And it wasn’t close it was by a landslide

Listen my nigga your work is sloppy

And I don’t love them hoes but the purple got me

If I don’t do it with music

I'mma do it wit poppy

Just play the sideline and observe and watch me, let’s go'

Cause when

I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out

When I come through clear it out

Play the sideline and observe