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