Airborne (feat. Nicky Ra)

Quarter 4 no scrimmage
See it then I get it
Ima have to finish so I'll meet up in a minute
Living in the sky never let 'em see a limit
He be envying the image
Bright Green like spinach (Damn)
No kidding
I'm up now tapping in two times harder
Probably Hotter than your favorite author Peter Parker
My word web sticking everybody hear my heart ok
We alright for tonight
Let's gets down and go numb
Touchdown 49 and we gone
I'm running up yards and mowing that lawn
Talk about a business
On a mission manifesting mega millions
I remember making top of the building
Me and Goldmine we was children
Young and wild and fresh just too ill then
But we up now
Better watch out
Start a new song then we shut the club down
Get the fuck out
If you ain't with me
Then you against me put em on a bus south
Hear my heart shout
Listen to the beat pounce
The kick and clap and thumping of your feet sound
I sing and rap addicted to my flow now
Everybody said Hue just slow down

I'll pack my bags
Head for the coast
Cause we taking off
The ending far from close
Pain from the past
Let it go
It go
It go
Won't you let it go
Let it go
Just don't keep holding on
Won't you let it go
Let it go
Just don't keep holding on

I'm doing dope shit with my brothers
We getting twisted in the club like a bucket of Smuckers
Tryna leave a legacy and bring pride to our mothers
I don't hide I discover
What's defining a lover
It ain't easy
It's not TV
This the real life shit that we make
I'm on a tab on my ass looking deep fake
Time moving fast and the memories a keepsake
So I keep making the classics
Takin the acid
Schooling mother fuckers Ima take em to classes
Making the masses, shaking they asses
Golden like Brian, made in an ash-pit
Gotta catch a vibe like Ash is
And I got drive like an Aston Martin
Spinning this shit no crashing
Absinthe sipping my passion
Bringing me together with the people I don't clash with
Opposite of that
Cop a sip of that
Send an open thru gotta rip the track
Got a fifth of yak
God I miss the 'Lac
And the BMW, I was spitting fast
Hue hinting at the tape that we making
Drop a couple gems like us in the making
Diamonds in the rough married to the game quaking
Shaking the fucking game we made some greatness ok

I'll pack my bags
Head for the coast
Cause we taking off
The ending far from close
Pain from the past
Let it go
It go
It go
Won't you let it go
Let it go
Just don't keep holding on
Won't you let it go
Let it go
Just don't keep holding on



Credits
Writer(s): Nicky Ra
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