P money - That's air

Uh, everyday hood settings
Uber, four yutes, "Quick get him!"
Blue lights ambulance another wetting
This one killed the son of his mum's bredrin (oh)
Hood knows, not guessing
Police still ain't got a clue I'm betting (uh)
Airports we get a serious checking
So how the fuck did all of these Rambos get in? (Ah)
Look how many weapons you've let in
I've got a son so of course I'm sweating (trust)
Posting pics about the weapons you've seized
When you're the one making the weapons mans getting
Crime rate stats mean nothing
When you pussy holes ain't down here actually checking (mhm)
How many sons and daughters fell victim?
And don't report it because they feel threatened (answer that)
Right now there's a young boy being gassed up
To do something he don't need to (nah)
How many olders can say they've actually helped any one of the yutes they speak to? (Uh)
You sent them country now they came back guaped up thinking we don't need you
Now you've got a gun to your head, gettin' robbed, 'cause he was a G too (gone)

You're riding for dons who don't love you
Dying for ones who don't trust you
Showing off for girls who don't care
Comments from ones who weren't there
When you're gone its word the don't miss you
Then it's gonna be just like you weren't here
Everybody getting on with their own lives
Try know 'til the whole tings, air
Killing each other its all, air
All the clout that you're chasing's, air
If you don't own anything that's, air
If the roads are everything that's, air
There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen
I don't care about ends that's, air
I'm focused on wining and living (yo)
All of that other bullshit is, air

Bare twenty-somethings don't know where their childhood went
Don't know when the innocence left (they don't)
Now they going on dread like locs for the money, power, and respect
All he morals they neglect (yeah)
Just to get to this bread
They ain't made sense of it yet
On the roads the karma comes quick
And that's why they're on edge
That's why they don't rest (yeah)
All this salty success
A bag of P's you can't spend (they can't)
Buying cars to drive around the ends
Five bill creps, a new step
Survival won't let you rest (nah)
They just stabbed up your friend
And now it's viral on the Net (yeah)
They don't take disrespect
So now it bare crosses and revenge (yeah)


You're riding for dons who don't love you
Dying for ones who don't trust you
Showing off for girls who don't care
Comments from ones who weren't there
When you're gone its word the don't miss you
Then it's gonna be just like you weren't here
Everybody getting on with their own lives
Try know 'til the whole tings, air
Killing each other its all, air
All the clout that you're chasing's, air
If you don't own anything that's, air
If the roads are everything that's, air
There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen
I don't care about ends that's, air (that's air)
I'm focused on wining and living (uh)
All of that other bullshit is, air (ay, look)

I'd rather the yute's get stopped and searched
They murder wit' a knife while you're off at work
You done all you can to get them off the curb
And now you're following a Hearse while you off to church
It's like firework night where the fire works rise
And it is good night, bye if the fire works right
And its grieving family's, from bandannas to hankies
Streets still covered in crime rate
Another body in a private ambulance
Another yute in court in a tracksuit
Another kid on a bike with a burner
And they didn't want to do road but he has to
And twenty years go slow on a b cat
I've seen man turn into a b cat
I've seen a mans old here go coo-coo
And when you're sat on a wing what do you do? (what do you do?)

You're riding for dons who don't love you
Dying for ones who don't trust you
Showing off for girls who don't care
Comments from ones who weren't there
When you're gone its word the don't miss you
Then it's gonna be just like you weren't here
Everybody getting on with their own lives
Try know 'til the whole tings, air
Killing each other its all, air
All the clout that you're chasing's, air
If you don't own anything that's, air
If the roads are everything that's, air
There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen
I don't care about ends that's, air
I'm focused on wining and living
All of that other bullshit is, air

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