Serious - Fresh Air lyrics

How we f**ing got here yeah they see it as a miracle They tried to stop the movement But my hands stayed on the steering wheel I'm too strong and the message that my raps sing Can stop your mate from suicide And hold your world from collpasing Good mates can turn against you on the f**ing streets Specially once you get shine for rhyming over f**ing beats Most the scenes are just fake others are a bunch of geeks Controlled by what their told to do On strings like they some puppet sh** Then you come to me you found a breathe of fresh air In a fresh pair bunch of haters tryna get square They can get got probably gonna get shot If they make it personal and say they gonna get Scott Got stabbed for acting hard over a blood size From then in life I realized there's no point in being up tight We was young then think we just hit puberty If you think I'm dumb you blaming me I blame the truancy So what a true emcee talking bout the rainbows How they writing really dope they softer then some play dough That's why I watch you rap till my crew is a laughing stock You think this sh** is fake I f**ing beg your pardon gronk What happenede to the love I guess is slowly changed to hate While i made it out the rut now, it's time to grab my mates Will we live to see a better day I suppose you never know My worst mistake was letting people know that I be getting dough I just had to brag cause I f**ing proved them wrong You feel the goose bumps rising you ain't never heard a truer song You want a piece of pudding but i sat in the cake You see real when you look at me like the stats on my face And then everyones sketching over metal detectors Got em dacked its my show so they let em in get ya Back to the facts that we living it raw Middle fingers to the haters this the beggining of more More raps more shows more tracks more dough More cash more flows more has more smoke I'm sticking to the music you just me do my thing If its win or loose you f**ing had to knew I win Now I'm moving in to grounds I said id never touch They ask me how to make I just say its effort bruhz There's something real about me seperates me from the others Half our shows on stage I swear to god we spot the under covers I throw my finger up then pump unwritten letter Kinda crazy every song that I be getting better The new albums coming so so phat Picture that sh** if this was just a promo track its kerse one