Air It Out

Y'all gone remember this
(Remember the tag)
Remember the tag
I'm in my bag
Jeans kinda sag
Skinny youngin with some swag
Sleepless nights I always have
At this point in time, for what I am I don't got apologies
I know this fine lil thing
She on her way to get a Doc Degree
Ain't no stoppin me
Ain't possibly
Plottin me
Droppin me
Never that
Poppin me
Chance of you living, lottery
Ain't no stopping me
Is he kidding, man he's gotta be
I can't show em feelings
That'll be day that they pop off on me
Rock off with me
Let's go live on mars where the martians be
Cause I can't hang with these niggas who talk to me
Fake even when they talk honestly
Where I come from they say they don't want to see you win, yeah
But all I do is win
Oops I just did it again
She just like one of her friends
Bro just pulled up in a Benz
In the cold we blow the smoke to the wind
Seen struggle fore we was ten
Free Trae, he stuck in that pen
This shit ain't right, somebody go call Kim Kardashian
Imma bust down, flash again
On some real shit though
I hit the floor, I do my dance
I ain't desperate, need no advance
I earn my stripes, I cash my checks
I been on flights, I'm used to this
What I do, I live for this
Swear it all starting to make some sense
I don't save no cents, paper only
It pay the rent
Tailors only, I'm tryna spend
Labels want me, I'm independent
Statements saying I got cash pending
Yeah
Waitin to put the digits on the dash ya know
I done really up my cash flow

Bag it up
Air it out
Febreeze
I like bitches exotic like my tree
I talk facts, that's on me
Spent some racks just on me
Can't get satisfied with these things
I humbled myself cause imma fuckin work to be a king
I ain't really focused on bling
Would rather change a human being
My brother blind but he compete like it ain't hard for him to see
So I go hard for them to see
I pull my cards for them to be
Just a lil bit proud of me
Yeah, I do this shit with ease

Greatness must be in my jeans
Used to have some fucked up dreams
Now I'm chasing my dreams
From the outside looking in
Really ain't what it seem
I don't rep on no gang, but you know the team
My brothers they apart of me
My momma ain't gone pay a thing when i'm finally heard through the streets
All night and day
When i get paid
I'm with my mains
We eat so great
For the city, might pave the way
Hoe okay
Understand yeah, you not my bae
I don't owe shit
Watch me hit my shots like fade-away
223 talking, quiet down
That's the goat, that's the great
Takeaway, one thing
Tomorrow, yo day
Go be great
Fuck every word a hater got to say cause I'm sayin

Bag it up
Air it out
Febreeze
I like bitches exotic like my tree
I talk facts, that's on me
Spent some racks just on me
Can't get satisfied with these things
I humbled myself cause imma fuckin work to be a king
I ain't really focused on bling
Would rather change a human being
My brother blind but he compete like it ain't hard for him to see
So I go hard for them to see
I pull my cards for them to be
Just a lil bit proud of me
Yeah I do this shit with ease



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Shinnery
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