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Rise in the air like heat I'm probably where it peak (Uh-huh) I’m probably where the top of the airline reach I'm probably where that pilot prepared to be Too high in the air, I'm probably rare to see If y’all got a prayer then follow the prayer to me Cause not to compare, but if God's in the air Then he probably there with me (Uh-huh) My soul healing, I know the feeling of loss and prayers and grief (Grief) Like old buildings, I know the feeling of awkward stares at me (That's f**king stupid) Hop in a quick whip Got 'еm all thinking Robin is in it I'm in the trenches, I'm making hits, still balancing bars it's likе I'm a gymnast She had a bad year, I got a thing with promising b*t*hes I’m gonna fix it (I’m gonna fix it) I keep a b*t*h to the right of the wheel, she feel like a stick shift Bro coming over, he come up with gas He eat off the gra**, it feel like a picnic You might see him on the TV with 5-0 behind him like the Olympics Y'all run around with a posse of men and I only want b*t*hes on me like I’m Pinterest She f**king his group of friends and my group of friends Then back to his group of friends We call her a cross-trainer, she not into fitness (Uh-huh) I tolerate her, I just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker Homies ten years older lived through me, I'm just a teenager Couldn't save the ho but I still left her as her screensaver (Screensaver) Bob and I weave through the b*t*h and the b*t*h bed Coppin' a plea when I’m seen with the b*t*h friend Humiliate piece, put her in a sundress Make him do a push up, make him take a drug test Mean face, looking at 'em like I'm Funk Flex Be safe, f**king with me, I'm a success Cheat day, gotta feed the fans and feed them Keys ain't come with my car, there's a b***on Predate any moment of my success We stay in the stu' until the sun crept Each day, filling pages up with air time Screenplay, I could write one in my spare time He paid, all the homies and they see why We made something outta nothing each time Please stay back, I don't trust all them Deepfake, might look but it's not him She had right look when she walked in She knocked both doors of mine often She had boyfriend, but she called him He like my track and I dropped him Don't get sidetracked you might fall in He won't bite back, but he barking It's like Iraq and I'm Muslim Off my flight back, I'm in customs And I got a secret to tell the b*t*h Yes I f**ked a promoter, but it's the culture This is how I'm welcomed in (Brr!) I got her praying to God wearing a cross hooked to a thin chain (Uh-huh) But it ain't really a cross, that is a "T", it is my nickname We gotta celebrate, couple drinks in me I sing to a b*t*h like I'm Rick James Cups in the kitchen were dirty, so we took a mugshot like a inmate Mama said "Where did your girl go, thought you were good with her and you hit it off" I told her "I treat that ho like a stroller I put my kids in her and I wheel her off" I tolerate her, I just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker Homie's ten years older have lived through me, I'm just a teenager Couldn't save the ho but I still left her as her screensaver
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