YFN Lucci - In The Air lyrics

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YFN Lucci - In The Air lyrics

Uh, you know I'm living Step still gone f** the penitentiary A whole lot of love n***as still envyin' I'on give a f** who feel offended I say we only wanted cake, playin round you get ate What's a bear to a room full of apes? I told momma it was straight, she put food on the plate Stayed down told momma I'ma make it I can feel it, I can feel it Last year I ain't have a penny, now I got plenty I can feel it, I can feel it A n***a play we gone make 'em feel it I'm on a mission Tom Ford bu*ton down plus the coupe fitted [?] n***a soakin' up game, shootin' shot with no aim, yeah I know you listening Okay long live Nut n***a And long as I'm living we gone hunt n***a, lunch n***a Each and every one of yall n***as, I'ma bury every one of yall n***as I wonder why the sun don't shine here everyday And every time a n***a down then we wanna pray And every time a n***a up these b**hes wanna lay These b**hes turn fake, these n***as turn fake Can't love her, yeah see me dawg I'm the God and they all look like Ray Charles Play with one boy then we all get involved Baby calm down you know we all on that bus sh** Icky in the coupe b**h we all lit You know zelly got the oil and the stick We the wrong ones to f** with, we done got up in they seat I swear, a couple years we ain't have sh** I had dreams to be mad rich You know I used to scheme now a n***a doing shows for 15 Living proof b**h I am it Straight from the slums I'm from I stood on that block till my palms was numb I needed every dollar, so I sold every bomb And I ain't like to borrow so I went and took some I always knew that I was wrong, it was the principle I just couldn't be broke it was the principle I never really had dreams to be a principle I only wanted rings and in my dreams foreign cars all I seen And everything a n***a dreamed is what I meant to do And I'm moving bout my team you know Trey and Boot KF too You know Ju will shoot Probably was bumpin' the menaces I be in the hood and the trenches, I be with the Birdgang n***as Long live Nut, that's my n***a, Stan too, Almilt too don't nun move but the money you know what it do If I forgot you I ain't forget you fool Mad love for my Summerhill crew

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