Feel It In The Air

Uh Uh Yeah I came up from the trenches I could tell you how it go You can't love up on no bitch because your man could tag your hoe Got some dreads & now I rap I swear these bitches love my flow LM he bussin' off his shot he tryn' go slide that's all he know Grab a mask and grab a tablet I told bro to "yak the v" I been running from my demons it feel like they after me You can't line me through no bitch because these bitches ass to me And while I'm rolling up the Za my bitch gon' count the cash for me Know a nigga got some reck but he still itching for a kill The feds they giving niggas life I swear to god it's getting real But the streets they ain't the same a lot of nut shit get condoned I been clutching on my hot like "Inshallah I make it home" I told bro to "stay away cause if it seem like that it's not" Gotta watch these niggas plotting cause your pockets what they watch Ummi said "come in the house" I made a choice to play the block Allah forgive me for my sins you know you wrong then make salah Look at how it turned out I swear this shit so fucking crazy I be thinking to myself "if I stop dumping what's gon' save me ?" Throwing bullets in the field or shooting shots my jumper crazy Ummi can't accept the honest fact the streets can say they raised me I swear I'm talking to the streets and man I'm hoping they talk back I know a young boul still in school but when he go he take his strap Cause he feel like he gon' die and he got demons on his back And in my city if your homie die you gotta go react I been holding in my pain so I told bro to "pass the blunt" But shit yall doing what yall can and shit I'm doing what I want Dissing on the dead a easy way get turned to "runtz" And I'm still going through depression I ain't putting on no front Just a kid from the struggle now I'm here to run the game Ain't no shame up in my hustle cause I weathered all my pain From the trenches to the booth you watch me take it to the skies You know I'm lion hearted you can hear me roaring when I fly I put bro up on a mission he hop out and get it done Lil bro he bussin off his shot so what's the bet he blow his gun ? Nowadays you victimized you tell a nigga where you from And for all them rainy days you know I'm tryna go see the sun You gotta watch your body niggas hop out then they paint Them bullets hit your body you thought you was Soldier Saint Niggas fighting for positions he just tryna go up his rank I can keep this shit a bean this shit look fun but boy it ain't Yeah I came up from the trenches I could tell you how it go You can't love up on no bitch because your man could tag your hoe Got some dreads & now I rap I swear these bitches love my flow LM he bussin' off his shot he tryn' go slide that's all he know Grab a mask and grab a tablet I told bro to "yak the v" I been running from my demons it feel like they after me You can't line me through no bitch because these bitches ass to me And while I'm rolling up the Za my bitch gon' count the cash for me Know a nigga got some reck but he still itching for a kill The feds they giving niggas life I swear to god it's getting real But the streets they ain't the same a lot of nut shit get condoned I been clutching on my hot like "Inshallah I make it home"