In The AiR (feat. DA CHAMP)

It's CHAMP, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Touchdown, I just caught another pack Randolph, hope he never lookin' back Hold it down, you can always get my strap Ayy, rollin' loud, all my niggas to the back A hundred pounds, I'ma take that bitch a sec Beat her down, heard she got some good kick F*ck around my nigga's ass, bleed you neck V to sixteen, straight to the neck I hope you doin' good, my nigga, don't stress Probably shoot a three-thous' when I step A hundred K in my bag, I like check I move boulders, bitch, nigga, f*ck a pack Hit a round, that's my evil Knievel Reef my brother, man, that's one of my equals I feel meek, I need the niggas dead in my sight The block was like Iraq, niggas damn near every night Of course that nigga call you big bro with his hand out But what he call you when his back turnin' his chest out I been dreamin' like I'm Martin till I woke up Niggas talk too much, I'll get y'all homies indicted In the afterlife, man, it's sad shame No pen, no pad, thought it was a freestyle But my style never free Blown on, got your lava straight from Colorado Bitch badder than a model