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whats in the air got em itchy for cheap Truth, when it come it be crickets they sleep who slipped them the micky they coma be deep on a battlefield yea they knocked off they feet for most of them drip on the neck be like candy paint on a broke engine guessing the devil yea he found him another minion made themselves available snatched up my kins terrible the way that we living man hotboxing scatched off the vin cause kidnap the plan and the virus it spread like a covid this weeken how many gonna get clipped like a toenail and ghosted catching the whole clip not making no sense be the first down at the b.l.m protest justice start at home by stop gta brother dome never 2 ways pick one careful when walking my hood most of em got a hot blicky on em whats in the air got em itchy for cheap Truth, when it come it be crickets they sleep who slipped them the micky they coma be deep on a battlefield yea they knocked off they feet so many trouble we need to huddle dont know where to start whats it take for a truce to be called need some resolve cause whats going on in the streets hella dark black community get pull a part crime rates can we lower the charts why always gotta be a body drop? clear the backyards and let em box it out cause who really know the price of a life most of the death connect with wanting a quick come up right lets talk it out before the man in your mirror be the next with chalk around him momma cry out about him vigil at 12 asking how come him lets do it different come on man whats in the air got em itchy for cheap Truth, when it come it be crickets they sleep who slipped them the micky they coma be deep on a battlefield yea they knocked off they feet tricky these streets will turn on you like left blinker on the whip shift on you like a gear when it tear through the chest when the blicky let rip butterfly effect coulda went to college off another step but instead 90 per hour smack into death your blood on the wall and your seeing it all as temp get cold feeling the body releasing the soul think of your momma think of your kids never gain hold, its all over with now time to exit this world dope on the table just one last exchange thats what you said but grim reaper was handed your name grim reaper aint playing naw grim reaper he came knocked you right out your puma bro should sat yo ass back cause this was a hell of a wrong manuver all went black oooh yea whats in the air got em itchy for cheap Truth, when it come it be crickets they sleep who slipped them the micky they coma be deep on a battlefield yea they knocked off they feet