[Lyric] Something In The Air (Forevrmore)

I could feel in the air
You bet not have fear

They say death
Around the corner

So im lacing up pair

Ain't lack up in my Mac
The black the forces
Keep me tact

Gotta vet bitch twice
Before you let her in trap

So I keep it by the waiste
Just like the pelvic

Still get brain splatter
Even if you wear that helmet
Dawg It’s ah war

And Still get hands dirty
Like I’m doing chores

See me in the street
They scream my name like
Yo forevrmore

Prolly be yuh bitch
She on my dick
Before I give it to her

Hellcat or 6 series v
I’m in the city more

Outside
What you think

Chop cheese or Philly
Boy

Kinda like I’m beans
On the strip they
Call me bully boy
And if you ain’t
Talking bout that cash
Then we can’t get into it

A couple years
I stack that cash
Start Looking I’m Floyd

The eyes is the window
To your soul
Look like you want remorse

And if you see em
Make sure that I end
You with the hawk

And you pussy boys
Don’t chat cause
I don’t wanna talk

I specialize in woman
Only thing I came here for

The red Inside the lines
It’s looking like ah exit
Door
That’s everyday up
In the hood
Cops an chalk em off

Billy jeans days
Jack his money
Like ah sport

It’s Not ah game
We never played
Real life we living for

And every time them
Bodies drop
Go to the coroner’s

You might just catch me
In that LV
Or the chris dior

On my down days
It’s AirMax
An sweatsuits boy

Lotta beams
On the guns
Not talking bout that metal stuff

4 rings all gold
Talking that Olympic stuff

In the rising
Hit the bars
Just to keep ah nigga buff


I’m just one of them
Rappers it’s hard to get a track with

Spit coldest lines
Like ah nigga ate breath mint

Loveless on my body

But sometimes
Hard to forget shit

Like to keep the cartridge
So ah throw it in the Mac quick

Member school days
Teacher told me I was average

Amount to nothing
But still something
Came up out this savage

And the streets
Turnt me inna beast

Had ah long 4th quarter
And the shooters saved me

Fresh up out it
Like I’m tyrese
In waiste deep

As younging had to keep
The rag cause the waves deep

Member first sitting in a jag
Felt like AZ

Only thing up on my mind
Big pimping Jay z


Folding in this shit
Was just never option

It’s either ways that you go
To the money or coffins

I’m Coughing cause the lungs
Filled wid that exhaustion

Send her in the store
To get me some ibuprofen

And I’m feeling mighty good
Today
Everybody in the hood today

And I’m feeling mighty good today
Didn’t have to use the tool today