B Ray - Choke on Air Lyrics

Every since I was a youngin, I been on a mission
Everyone who told me I was wrong, couldn't see the vision
They all thought I'd be dead, or end up in f*ckin' prison
This money coming in, I be counting every digit
Talkin' bout me
I don't f*ckin' care
I be on a plane, I be in the air
I'm the one to blame, why I'm right here
They wanna say my name, hope they choke on air
Making these Bucks, not your average deer
They wanna take my chain
Not gon' commandeer
Think that I'm playin
Well I'm talkin' real clear
Wanna talk to a slug
Then you gonna walk in here
I don't get to chill often
Every day I gotta work
They really think they'll off me, bitch well Imma off them first
I been getting this guap, money coming in, they know the word
I been this guap, I ain't really worried, this my world
Tell em' all what's up
Imma go and get the money, they know that's a must
Everything I do, but before I need a blunt (inhale)
Need a blunt (yeah)
Shorty wanna f*ck with me, but she know I'm a mutt (yeah)
You know if I do it, then I'm not the runner up
What I'm saying is the truest, go against us then you f*cked
Then you f*cked
All this cash, coming in, ain't got no one to trust (nah)
They know that I keep me a stick, that's like a kickstand
Imma pull it quick, and let it hit like it's a big man
Shorty suck my dick, and used no hands like she's a big fan
All I do is count up guap, by now you should know that
Pop out with a knife and shank his ass like I done gone mad
Get a check and buy me a new crib like I'm a Nomad
Every time I walk inside the room they just get so mad
They just love to talk right out they ass, that shit be so sad
Every since I was a youngin, I been on a mission
Everyone who told me I was wrong, couldn't see the vision
They all thought I'd be dead, or end up in f*ckin' prison
This money coming in, I be counting every digit
Talkin' bout me
I don't f*ckin' care
I be on a plane, I be in the air
I'm the one to blame, why I'm right here
They wanna say my name, hope they choke on air
Making these Bucks, not your average deer
They wanna take my chain
Not gon' commandeer
Think that I'm playin
Well I'm talkin' real clear
Wanna talk to a slug
Then you gonna walk in here
I don't get to chill often
Every day I gotta work
They really think they'll off me, bitch well Imma off them first
I been getting this guap, money coming in, they know the word
I been this guap, I ain't really worried, this my world