Air It Out
LSC Scko
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Sick and tired of congratulations from people I know was hating on me I'm still the same homie I don't give a f*ck about the law, about the friends, about the kin I only question why you had to change, on me Yeah, I saw the crowd, I saw the fight, I saw the nigga with the scrap I don't even blame homie But now I moved to Texas, living steady, getting better Walked across the fucking stage with some slippers on, nigga Pointed to my son, I see my daddy and my mama Girl smiling, told him, Trey, we can do anything, nigga On the night before, picked up my brother from a joce Couple days before, I told the other one to go Cause living in the bottom ain't shit there, nor shit fair Family switching on you the first time, shit ain't there And if he claim to be your dog, you better watch that, nigga Your dog a take a shit somewhere and get you sniped, my nigga I'm a ball until I fall or go do life, my nigga Knocked down a wall, standing tall, I can't see heights, little nigga What I see is niggas dying from reaching peaks Instead of trying to fight, they grabbing heat Instead of eating good, they want some beef Instead of pointing fingers, keep it street You claiming you a dog, you just in heat We won't talk about it, rest in peace We won't talk about it, rest in peace Screaming twenty one, I'm on ten Little niggas, I know Y double N Since I fucked her once, I might f*ck again And if she's stunt with me, bacdoe, get her kin And if I still don't hit, I'm on all they friends Yeah, it's like that, I'm cutthroat to the end Back to the thoughts of why niggas was out here trying to get me May think about how them police officers meant to kill me Still can't remember, I'm thuggin' like that F*ck a patek, gold citizen up on my wrist, I won't talk about shit Traumatized, but I feel good about it Saw homicides, but I ain't catch a body A born leader won't coax fear up out me You make a diss, they just may send somebody I may be flattered, but they don't play about me My older brothers, they'll kill behind me I'm royalty and ain't nothing fake about me Amir, Louisiana, that's my principality So yeah, big twenty one ten Sick and tired of congratulations from people I know was hating on me I'm still the same, homie I don't give a f*ck about the law, about the friends, about the kin I only question, why you had to change on me Yeah, I saw the crowd, I saw the fight, I saw the nigga with the strap Crazy thing, I don't even blame homie But now I move to Texas, living steady Getting better, walk across the fucking stage with some slippers on, nigga Some little brown hush puppy looking ass slippers, man I got a criminal justice degree like that, man Nigga be sniping shit from the house
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