P Money - That’s Air Lyrics
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    That’s Air

    [Verse 1: P Money]
    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

    [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money]
    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

    [Verse 2: Manga Saint Hilare]
    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

    [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money]
    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

    [Verse 3: Little Dee]
    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?

    [Chorus: Manga Saint Hilare & P Money]
    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

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