In the Air

Dreams of people screaming my name
Nightmare's exactly the same
I'm out caught in the rain
Remember they was never in the frame
Got some money now it's funny how it change
You know the green eyed saying

I've been slaying monsters
Only they ain't under the bed
They're in the comments
Gassing you up
With a knife tucked, ready to cut
I know my brothers got my back
I'm just learning to trust

Cause when it rains it pours
Done seen a couple storms
So we're building this umbrella
That could shelter any weather we endure
Gone hit some turbulence, so ignore distractions
Locked in, ready for war, let's take action
Karma's creeping, I can feel it
Made a few mistakes in the past, I've got to deal with
And I accept it
So I got to stay on point, just like I'm giving directions
On the rise, no erection

As I maneuver through the lies
No room for surprises, got to cut the grass twice
Snakes don't play, I hear them slither through the night
A spade is a spade, meaning that snake is going to bite
I'm about to start charging if my dick is so appealing
Hater's going to be sick, they gone have to spend millions
I'll save it for a rainy day, stack it to the ceiling
OZ it's time to get paid, bro how you feeling?

Slowly I maneuver through these days
Trying to find the keys of life
Cost of living on the rise
I ain't trying to pay the price
I've done had some weary days
I've done had some sleepless nights
I can feel it in the air
Nigga's ain't been living right

Same ones I was blessing
Same ones tried to cross me out
Niggas know that I'm gone mow it down
Snakes we gone weed them out
Nigga better do your research
They're knowing what I be about
It's a cold world
My little cousin clutching on that heater now

Shit sick
I done seen nigga's that done had it all
Caught a case
Now a nigga doing time behind that wall
25 to life
Only talk is on that call
Only clique with solid niggas, they're my crutches if we fall

I feel like Mike in '96
These niggas know just how we ball
Treat every shot like it's my last
These nigga's ain't gone shoot at all
I push it till it's outta gas and then we jumping out that car
The last son, Mama always said that I would be a star

Days been feeling routine
Curds with my poutine
Baby from Quebec, but her body looking too mean
Ménage e trois with two French bitches, got me too geeked
But only one can ride baby girl, this a two seat