Airin' Out

Life a movement, shit's a struggle, but I gotta hustle Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted for another fixture A complicated soul is what I have to call upon My reasons for breathing is decent, what I'm frowning for I Used To Love Her, in my head I can't escape the feeling Of fucking up a Good Love, Anita Baker wheeling My mind jaded, mind you Lately, I been going places Tripping, smoking, and spitting is how I cope with living Uh, it's kinda sad really Lemme breathe with ease, get back to these beats Splatter brain matter on the track, and have my niggas ship it for free I'm in your crib with the shits K9s couldn't sniff it Keep it blazing, til the day I see change These lackadaisical ways'll kill a nigga, one day From the land of Ravens, so maybe drugs, or gunplay Dropping hats for the caps spilt, or some petty shit They work thraxed, they just tryna get a dollar from scratch I'm saying Life's movements is a struggle, but I gotta hustle Til I'm right with myself, can't be with nobody else Ain't shit realer than this feeling when I sat with this one Diesel, Glue, and Raw twisted, yea I'm sparking ina jungle Motions running rampant Lemme catch em, but I just end up crashing shit Damn A tad off course, feeling estranged Maybe one day.. naw Too much to say, tryna keep it mulling Joint pulling, full of sour goodness This catalog is Raw, built it from the start Put my heart and soul into this movement, I swear we never falling off That's word to Bria and Russ Y'all my niggas, straight up Like a dot of the 12 to the clock, according to my watch It's time to get, ya feel it? TheCircle steady spinning And time ain't slipping for no nigga Be about your business But y'all nevermind me Let me keep inventing Shit, I swear I'm steady venting