Songtext Thats air P-Money

Thats air

Everyday hood settings
Four yutes "quick get him!"
Blue lights a ambulance another wetting
This one killed the son of his mums bredrin
Hood knows, not guessing
Police still ain't got a clue i'm betting
Airports we get a serious checking
So hows 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 sweating
Posting pics about the weapons you've sized
When you're the one making the weapons mans getting
Crime rate stats mean nothing when you pussy holes ain't down here actually checking
How many sons and daughters fell victim
Won't report it because they feel threatened
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 yutes they speak to
You sent them country now they are gwaped up thinking we don't need you
Now you've got a gun to your head because he was a g too

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 its word the don't miss you
It going to be just like you weren't here
Everyone getting on with their own lives
Try know the whole tings, air
Killing each other its all, air
The clout you're chasing is air
If you don't own anything that's air
If the roads are everything that's air
There's a whole world 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

They are 20 something and they don't know where their child hood went
Where the innocence left
They are going on like dread and locks for the money power and respect
The morals they neglect
Just to get to this bread
They ain't made sense of it yet
On the roads the karma comes quick
And that's why they are on edge
Why they don't rest
All of this salty success
A bag of P's you can't spend
Buying cars to drive around the ends
Five bill crepes who stepped
Survival won't let you rest
You just stabbed up your friend
Its gone viral on the net
They don't take disrespect
So now it bare crosses and revenge

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 its word the don't miss you
It going to be just like you weren't here
Everyone getting on with their own lives
Try know the whole tings, air
Killing each other its all, air
The clout you're chasing is air
If you don't own anything that's air
If the roads are everything that's air
There's a whole world 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

I'd rather the yute's get stopped and searched
They murder wit ha knife while you're off at work
Do all you can to get them off the curb
No you're following a hearse while you off to church
Firework night where the fire works rise
And its good night bye if the fire works right
And its grieving family's
From bandannas to hankies
The streets still covered in crime rate
Another body in a privet ambulance
A yute in court in a tracksuit
Another kid on a bike with a burner
And they didn't want to do road but he has to
The years go slow on a b cat
I've seen man turn into a b cat
I've seen a mans old here go coo coo
When you're sat on a wing what do you do