Artist: YFN Lucci Album: In the Air (S) Song: In the Air Typed by: AZ Lyrics Uh, you know I'm living Step still gone fuck the penitentiary A whole lot of love niggas still envyin I'on give a fuck 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 nigga play we gone make 'em feel it I'm on a mission Tom Ford button down plus the coupe fitted Nigga soakin' up game, shootin' shots with no aim, yeah I know you listening Okay long live Nut nigga And long as I'm living we gone hunt nigga, lunch nigga Each and every one of yall niggas, I'ma bury every one of yall niggas I wonder why the sun don't shine like everyday And every time a nigga die then we wanna pray And every time a nigga up these bitches wanna lay These bitches turn fake, these niggas 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 Icky in the coupe bitch we all lit You know zelly got the oil and the stick We the wrong ones to fuck with, we done got up in they seat I swear a couple years we ain't have shit I had dreams to be mad rich You know I used to scheme now a nigga doing shows for 15 Living proof bitch 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 nigga 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 niggas Long live Nut, that's my nigga, 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