Air It Out Pt. II

Way too Many people said I wasn't gonna be shit Now it's 2020 boy and all I do is be swift You want the top spot boy you gotta be quick Cause all these niggas at the top ain't gonna wanna evict Shaking niggas with the dribble like Tim Hardaway For the game, will I fail? Man dawg it's hard to say But one thing I do know I'm never gonna settle Cause flowers wouldn't be satisfied with just one pedal Okay you a goon but what's a goon to a goblin Hanging with the wolf boy you know a nigga polished Pop a cherry bomb like ya boy got no options I'm the flower boy pass to Igor like I'm Stockton If I got this hustle, get money all ways Playing in the game man the world's an arcade I'm the real intelligent fuck what dawg say Fucking with my squad I turn into the renegade Boy you playing with fire put your Bic away Why you feenin' for my girl like Jodeci Niggas must have forgot that I'm on with DeJ So all the shit you talk about I put down to lay This is not an intro this a give and go Give this to you niggas then go share it with ya bro Smoking on that gas like a fiend with his coat I'm the Paul Pierce truth like a nigga under oath Knocking sense into niggas but they lose change Kicking knowledge pushing through like I'm Lupe People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade I could do a whole album by my fucking self I don't need help, bitch I don't need a label's wealth Only people on my album are the real creatives And everybody else can take a listen from the basement Man you all forgot I rap circles around your favorites I just commentate like a nigga Troy Aikman Pass it to my dawg perfect spiral like Peyton She ride the size 14 but we ain't even skating Manifest this now I'm over here blessed Still get annoyed like I got a double text Pink polo era I'm the new Kanye West Living in a movie boy I gotta hit my step Get this bitch jumping like a Chevy 64 I got that weed to Ease my mind all you niggas on that coke Ya girl is fed up so she calling Tyrone Don't know where ya girl at get off my phone Where do I begin on this marvelous day Produced so many bangers had to tuck my raps away And now I'm the bakers man boy and I'm getting the cake I got the flavor now and hoes think they getting a taste Oh yeah it's a cold world boy and I'm more than a sinner You hear this beat and think of Ye, you thinking of Dilla I think I'm at the top now, the top of the pillar Night at the museum boy that's word to Ben Stiller Let me tell these kids to stay in they lane Survival of the fittest boy and I'm moving the chains I'm whooping ass worldwide just call Liu Kang So all them diamonds in ya mouth will get you detained So now you standing with the judge and telling ya pain And how you praying to the lord and wanting to change Not tryna listen to the boy who they threw in the cage And now I'm praying to God, I hope he turning the page, nigga