P Money, Manga Saint Hilare, Little Dee - That's Air lyrics
[P Money, Manga Saint Hilare, Little Dee - That's Air lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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