AIR:DESIRE

[Intro]

Alright so

I'm tryna drop this bitch at 12 so

Yeah

Okay cool

[Verse]

We grew wings, nigga

Brand new wings, nigga

Brand new team, nigga

Point blank flow and it's like a brand new beam hit ya

Watch new gleam glisten

Light blue jeans over them white new cleans

Kicking your ass

Every time I'm turnin' 22

I told the best version of me I'm turnin' into you

I'm burnin' my last blunt and I'm burning niggas too

Wasn't born with more talent

I was born with more love

You taking it for granted

Still got the hardest flow

Even if yours granite

And it's all organic

No steroids added

Feeling like Jordan

A scoreboard addict

In the air

Like a cold hand

I'ma need more jacket for surе

You know I practice daily

I gotta stay on my toes for the day that Bеrkeley play me

Just one can be called the greatest

This for my young nigga Smokey sparking outside of Grady

This for the future me know that that shit was long awaited

These hoes give me nothing but energy

I'm a sucker for chemistry

She gon' suck every kid from me

Gotta stunt for the enemy

Buy a gun for my enemies

Either duck or get hit with these similes

Know I'm armed like a centipede

Rest in peace to Phife Dawg I'm bugging out

The same knife used to cut your slice will cut you out

So I don't fuck around

I do this shit on my own

Making sure that I own the songs that I'm putting out

I shed tears for my desire

I acquired this talent from years of staying quiet

In my room, I was thinking of meals, I'm on the diet

Tell the higher ups I'm on they heels, nigga, like Heidi

I'm tryna perfect it

Tryna balance being clever with lines of perspective

They tried to tell me being honest is not as effective

I guess they told yo ass the same 'cause you lie for attention

See you ain't got your own mind so you minding my business

Trying out gimmicks

Lying on twitter, my name you dying to mention

Cool, bruh

I know I made them respect me more

It's amazing how often I am making them check the score

Got the ball again

I'm takin' this shit serious

I'm takin' all your fans

It's all apart the plan

I don't wanna go where they at

I'm going farther than

Everybody assuming something that you want from them

Get over yourself

I don't need handouts

The ones you niggas need probably cost an arm and a leg for real

It only take one smart guy to believe in me

And even he could beat it if he thinking greedily

I do this easily

I see the vision too clear

You boys ain't real man you weird

I taught myself to do this

I bought myself some new gear

I'm bout to switch a few gears

I'm dunking all of you bitches

I broke the glass like Jewish-

Weddings, I'm married to it

My niggas hype like you it

My momma proud like true that

You niggas try to move in

Then Scottie might just shoot it

You know that's Pippen bitch

I know he wanna be Jordan

I see the penmanship

Yeah

Guess we gotta go head to head

That's for the rest of you niggas

You gotta give up that bread

Ain't no other niggas

It's me and him and win or lose

That's my brother, nigga

We almost crashed finding out about your mother, nigga

On 75 North when we discovered, nigga

I still didn't know how to talk

Or have that discussion with ya

Just know I love you, nigga

And you can always treat my mother

Like your mother, nigga

If you need to you can call, kiss, or hug a nigga

Sometimes I can't look at you when all them drugs get in ya

But I don't judge you nigga

My mother fucking brother, nigga

Whoever heard of an angel that can't believe in God

I came to even odds

I think I'm Steven Jobs

I fell in love with my teacher at 17 and thought

I know she on the staff but

I think she need the rod

I know you niggas not as hungry

You just got the munchies

Me, I'm a walking zombie

I'm on the block with monkeys

Shit is real

This not Jumanji

You know I came for the party nigga

This not Kehlani

Play a lot but not with money

Shout out to Money

Shout out to anyone supporting

I never want anyone to feel like they not important

I'm having fun with this shit

That's what it takes to be the one in this

You gotta love the sport as much as Michael Jordan

20 threes from the 3 point line

That's a 60 point lead nigga please throw shots

Sick enough to play sick

No I don't need no shots

She see my tongue in the air

Hope you comin' prepared

Yeah