Air It Out

[Intro] Work wit me I wanna thank y'all fa comin out Tonight Dis iz sum reel' shit Ah--hah! [Verse 1] First things first When a nigga money ain't right That makes things worst Now he's just breathing he can barely manage And he's way past starvin He's really famished His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin' him His cellphone bout to cut off, Sprint jerkin' him And his baby mom's startin' to do her thing again She left him for a nigga pumpin' E up in Binghamton If his money is right than maybe he can diss her But he can't, and niggas is breakin' his little sister His pop's just passed His mom use to be an occasional sniffer Then she started fuckin with the glass Dude use to be a star back then He had the Benz CL something But he just turned his car back in Mad carets pawned all his rings Took this thing next thing I know Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody With the same old plans That can't get over the hump With the same old grams They was on the block making fun of him He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe [Verse 2] On D I go man to man I know niggas with an asshole Full of parole that go hand in hand Fuck hot that's humidity And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Colombia My cars from Germany And my guns from Sicily Nothin' personal but I was raised different Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different Give it to anybody fuck an age difference From niggas in the world to those in the cage riffing Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ Ain't about being lyrical Cause when I get in the booth I make miracles and I ain't spiritual But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you And when you see me comin' you know what is better to do [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe [Verse 3] Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security I roll wit is my social It don't look decent It's like niggas left they crew in the hood And went on the road with the precinct Had it up to here with this fake shit They don't even want a nigga to earn his Just give and take shit Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot Trust me this go around I will not have it Putting niggas heads to bed like Craftmatics How you think your man died More money than respect And it wasn't close it was by a landslide Listen my nigga your work is sloppy And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me If I don't don't do it with music I'ma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me Let's go [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe