That’s Air

[Verse 1: P Money] Everyday hood settings Uber, four youts, "quick, get him!" Blue lights, ambulance, another wetting This one killed the son of his mum's bredrin Hood knows, not guessing Police still ain't got a clue, I'm betting Airports, we get a serious checking So how the fuck did all of these Rambos get in? Look how many weapons you've let in I've got a son so of course I'm fretting Posting pics about weapons you've seized When you're the ones making the weapons man's getting Crime rate stats mean nothing When you pussyholes ain't down here actually checking How many daughters and sons fell victim And don't report it because they feel threatened? (Answer that) Right now there's a young boy being gassed up To do something he don't need to How many olders can say they've actually helped Any one of the youts they speak to? You sent them country They came back gwopped up, thinking "we don't need you" Now you've got a gun to your head, getting robbed Because he was a G too [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money] You're riding for dons who don't love you Dying for ones who don't trust you Showing off for girls who don't care Comments from ones who weren't there When you're gone, they swear that they'll miss you Then it's going to be just like you weren't here Everybody getting on with their own lives Try know that the whole ting's air Killing each other is all air All the clout that you're chasing's air If you don't own anything, that's air If the roads are everyting, that's air There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen I don't care about ends, that's air I'm focused on wining and living All of that other bullshit is air [Verse 2: Manga Saint Hilare] Bare twenty-somethings don't know where their childhood went Don't know when their innocence left (they don't) Now they're going on like dread like locks For the money, power and respect All the morals they neglect, just to get to this bread They ain't made sense of it yet On the road, so karma comes quick And that's why they're on edge That's why they don't rest, all this salty success A bag of Ps you can't spend Buying cars to drive around the ends Five bill creps when you step Survival won't let you rest They just stabbed up your friend And now it's viral on the net And you can't take disrespect So now it's bare crasis and revenge [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money] You're riding for dons who don't love you Dying for ones who don't trust you Showing off for girls who don't care Comments from ones who weren't there When you're gone, they swear that they'll miss you Then it's going to be just like you weren't here Everybody getting on with their own lives Try know that the whole ting's air Killing each other is all air All the clout that you're chasing's air If you don't own anything, that's air If the roads are everyting, that's air There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen I don't care about ends, that's air I'm focused on wining and living All of that other bullshit is air [Verse 3: Little Dee] Oi, look, I'd rather the youts get stop-and-searched Than murdered with a knife while you're off at work You've done all you can to get 'em off the curb And now you're following a hearse while you're off to church It's like firework night where the fire works rise And it's goodnight bye if the fire works right And it's grieving families, from bandannas to hankies Streets still covered in cranberry Another body in a private ambulance Another yout in court in a tracksuit Another kid on a bike with a burner And they don't wanna do road but he has to And 20 years go slow in the B-cat I've seen man turn into a B cat I've seen a man's old dear go cuckoo And when you're sat on a wing, what do you do? [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money] You're riding for dons who don't love you Dying for ones who don't trust you Showing off for girls who don't care Comments from ones who weren't there When you're gone, they swear that they'll miss you Then it's going to be just like you weren't here Everybody getting on with their own lives Try know that the whole ting's air Killing each other is all air All the clout that you're chasing's air If you don't own anything, that's air If the roads are everyting, that's air There's a whole world out there that I ain't seen I don't care about ends, that's air I'm focused on wining and living All of that other bullshit is air