Im the star of the show by the way that I MC Total mic control but my shows still empty Hallow my soul no kia soul this a Bentley See the shells hit the floor goes by Bambi Double ‘S’ no disrespect niggas don’t impress Wu tang better teck ya neck Couple swan songs to be kind couldn’t keep it fair Couple coke lines off the dome in a reading chair How you indulging in internal fairs Couldn’t keep it low for my niggas out here freeing mir Blending to the shadow of my circle peers Pension for a patent but I never wanna take it there Still fighting for my scraps Nigga skip the song if it ain’t hitting by the hats Cecil B now i’m wanting more cause I’m fat Tapping to the core its a trap in a fucking trance Im the realest and it’s stamped Broad street bully in the flesh had to leave a mess Niggas all black gainst the whites like a game of chess Whether its the left alt right couldn’t make some sense And I feel it in the air Posted by the window Malcom X with a killer stare Couple AKs and a tec Not a nike check Caught him off balance New strap bout to make him nap And I feel it in the air Niggas creeping near Niggas claiming they my peers And I feel it in the air Shit I couldn’t breathe smoke booming then it clears And I feel it in the air Ain’t nobody there when I’m standing in that mirror Ain’t nobody there for me Can you feel me not really Youngin outta Philly with a scary kind of story In the house in my room looking at the stories City lights shining bright Dreaming bout the glory Grip the mic as I’m flipping through the scrapbook Las Vegas hit the strip swiping like a matchbook With my nigga money Mitch ask him how that cash look Famous rapper with the shits rob you for ya MacBook And I feel it in the air Niggas creeping near Niggas claiming they my peers And I feel it in the air Shit I couldn’t breathe smoke booming then it clears And I feel it in the air Ain’t nobody there when I’m looking in that mirror Ain’t nobody there for me