[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, yeah, ah
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Cut my hair and bump my head and fell off top
And run on sins and front on friends
If we don't win, then pay your tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Kaio Kens and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong
If I ain't gone, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends and photo tint and photo lens
Notice this, pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me, bowl of grits
Naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip-top cliff a nigga, this the vision
Side to side, some gifted niggas
If we honest, you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with 'em, this the isms
See, your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
Big-ass pot, wrist is glistened
Your list is shit and your infant isn't
This cost some titties and scar your face
The wrong of wrongs has caught a case
Or if niggas been MOB like Carter say
From far away, all my niggas like, "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby, Whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like Rob tonight
Lost my God tonight, yeah
[Chorus: Zacari & Isaiah Rashad]
Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah, yeah)
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles (What's the matter?)
Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath (Yeah)
I need smoke just to exhale (Ayy)
Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Ayy)
But I'll make it out somehow (What's the matter?)
So roll another one up, roll another one up
And put it all in the air now (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
How many souls do you touch a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your thoughts convey?
How many know you can't walk away?
Dependin' on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow
Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in
I kick back with kick door
Maybe if I could live hundred years, that be real
Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms
Crazy, my other show went to my mama 'nem
My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him
But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun
With a three-piece chicken dinner and shotgun
I bring your weekend to an endin' and pop one
I'm on the deep end, boss nigga, you're not one
And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son
Do you believe that Black man is our sun?
I made enough residuals to hide some
I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some
I told Zay I'm the best rapper since twenty-five
Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar
Pardon me, see my alter ego a Gemini
Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized
Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week
Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed
Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me
I proceed my last check in proceeds
To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books
To fix the blocks we on, to right my wrongs
The word to give the life we live as I get
[Chorus: Zacari]
So ahead of myself (Yeah)
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh, and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another one up, roll another one up
And put it all in the air now (Let's go)
[Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad & Zacari]
Oh, you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me
Love me for the moment (All in the air now), hug me like your sibling
Weed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen
Grew with Apollonia (All in the air now), Rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face
Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say
Zay, say it ain't love 'cause you bought flowers yesterday
Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap, but now let's talk 'bout me, me, me
Lately, I been gone, man, this ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch, come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
Faithful as your EBT, closer than your mama kin
Anger when you rang about my dog, but I'm gon' call again
Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out?
Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now
Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound?
Please be down, I been more than late, yeah
[Chorus: Zacari]
Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah)
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Uh)
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another one up, roll another one up
And put it all in the air now (Let's go)
All in the air now
[Outro: Dave Free]
Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man
A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo
And my pops said, uh
He listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh
Said, "Dave, boy, why
Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house?
He, he, he talkin' 'bout you?"
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