Fresh Air - Tech G

What is he saying… I need Fresh Air…

Inhale exhale, Inhale exhale, Inhale exhale hahahaha its Tech G.

peep peep peep peep

Bringing that who I bang shit

Strange like 2020 whether its

Like an indigo child storm of bricks

You just can’t be warned

You people too wrong

Liven out your days poor poor

No mental for the skill

That’s why you inherit a sucka’s will

Gen to gen (generation) egg before hen

Will there be a woman for me no end

Tried to figure out how to turn that Ross to Smith

Or better yet Kailamof no white man ownership

I’m getting to cold for this

Grand mom.

don’t you shame a young black Thug for not going to church

We not getting tricked no god house no faithful spouse

We living on crumbs come on we mouse

About to get trap

Gotta drink before and after work

Get to the bottom of the bottle don’t it hurt

Given this world the yellow fever add that note

Its for you to hike

Play me on you phone for that mobile strike

They watching you at night

We should be wise instead of smart

Lets fight

MLK had a nightmare to

Any you fools know about that Ooh!

Common sense will get youch killed

Settling for it will get youch bucks and bills

But youch still get screwed I need Fresh Air hã and maybe you do to…

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Land of divided recognized by the dead souljahs

As I spit my ballad write me solid

Original tendencies got me looking crazy to your reality huh

Individuals seeing interchange

Physically sending black letters to the man

You can’t read us your time is up I’m more than music

You tear jerker’s with me' would love to use it

I put you in insensitive care foes I’m un-scented

My friends' sentimentally got them generally

Narrating an unknown life about me

How lies how when you really didn’t get to know me

Being a anti-hero is my glow

Stepping on central banks kill your owners authority

And frequency light up the scene wicked setting that screams

Several schemes most famous for hiding the hidden how’s

The cattle shaking true war stories

Most hood n***** deserve glory

Taking turf known squatters

Continue to occupy unlaw-ly

We don’t shake hands move like the man screw the man

Sue the man

This my lyrical underhand

My fresh air … King kailamof

© 2019 Trey Perrie Smith / ℗ 2019 Trey P Smith