In the air Lyrics

Yeah, listen, look, it's something in the air, I can feel it, Benny Segal

We can make some pape, I cant guarantee it's legal

Before I had a check I always, yeah, look, it's something

in the air, I can feel it, Benny Segal

We can make some pape, I cant guarantee it's legal

Before I had a check i always, checked up on my people

This the second chapter, sick my dawg ain't get to see the sequel, nigga

I can't trust a soul,

I be tweaking, catch me ducked off in the party with the pole

I got trust, I can't trust myself when I'm alone

Nigga, it's gonna be a problem, you keep looking at me wrong

I ain't no tough guy, but I can really get you touched, guy

Put some money on her lips, I can make her hush, nah

She don't fuss, nah, that jumper coming in the clutch, nah

Cut you off the lane sorry, ma'am, I'm in a rush, nah

You in a fishbowl, my windows tinted darker than a slave

If you sliding with that whip, go and park that in the grave

I'm a boss, so every week, I gotta get you paid

Make a mess and have lil' buddy come and clean up like a maid

I made a thousand in my sleep, ain't even leave the crib today

He was talking crazy last night, we found his crib today

Ima creep up, I think that's the hideout where he stay

I'ma hop right out in space, shoot that bitch right to his face

I got stabbed twice

I ain't even feel a thang nigga

She the ho type, she gon' try to Billie Jean Niggas

Tell her ho bye, I can't even be out seen with you

let a ho try, but I already know the team hit you

, I gave my heart up to the pape, nah

I can't give my all to you

You would probably sell yo' soul before you give your dog some food

Pull up, leave a nigga sick

something that my dog would do

I don't never answer, I just always tell her call me boo

Nigga, I can't feel a thing,

I just popped a yerk, now shordy come over and give me brain

I'm a D-boy, you cannot compare, we not the same

You a D-coy, see the difference is I got this name

When it get cold, sometimes you gotta turn the stove on, all this ice ah make her cream like we up in Cold Stone, call the bow man, tell him we gon' need a boatload

I just copped two P's one week, got both gone

It's been a minute, time to

throw my apron on and feed the streets

Call my niggas to the round table, we gon' have a feast

You the least of my problems, nigga, you cannot compete

I lost it all it made me humble, swear that shit made me a beast,

Its something in the air, I can feel Benny Siegel

We can make some pape , I can't guarantee it's legal

Before I had a check

I always checked up on my people, this the second chapter

Sick my dog ain't get to see the sequel, nigga

I can't trust a soul

I be tweaking catch me ducked off in the party with the pole,

I got trust issues, I can't trust myself when I'm alone

Nigga, it's gon' be a problem, you keep looking at me wrong