In The Air - Young Jeezy

Heard the streets is talking to them bitches I’m listening

Y’all gon' make me whip a quarter mil up wit my wrist and shit

Shawty Redd got the beat banging Snow back on his Snow shit

And the way I feel nigga I might just call up my old bitch

Lexus coupe, bubble eye, I was paying 24

Transaction at the car wash 'cross from the store

That was off of Candler Road, dirty south, DeKalb mall

Back when me and Shawty hit up Ts and had a damn ball

About the time I bought the coupe just to hang up out the roof

Drop them halves and wholes on Madden and I duck and block that boy the truth

Then I picked that Bentley up 'cause lately I ain’t give a fuck

Snow pursue that rapping shit, your name is hot, you blowing up

Nigga Puff hit me up, a young nigga signed to Bad Boy

Met the judge and had a bag back then, call me the bag boy

They was in them Breitlings but your boy was in that Rollie

Who else gon' talk them chickens like he working at Chipotle

If you’re really bout your issues, three fingers in the air

If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air

If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air

If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air

All my real bitches, three fingers in the air

Don’t affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air

My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air

Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air

Bitch I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers

Had the rental so long I had to buy a set of tires

Got popped in jack town was a little off the rap

My nigga Boo Rossini had to come and bail me out

What if they find two mil?

Bitch y’all know that that was 3

Riding green Murcielago, y’all know that that was me

I done had so many Lambs' that I’m Lambo’d out

I’ma have to buy a Cutlass I done already had

See I wore my Jacob to my first meeting with Def Jam

Walked in and told LA Reid «you see it»

Bald head, top down on Collins, I’m 2Pacing

They never found my prints on the rocks, I’m tube sockin'

If you’re really bout your issues, three fingers in the air

If you got your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air

If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air

If you get paper like you touring, three fingers in the air

All my real bitches, three fingers in the air

Don’t affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air

My young niggas riding leather, three fingers in the air

Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air

This watered down shit I keep hearing on the radio nigga.

We going back to the

streets nigga, the radio is the streets nigga.

Hey y’all know y’all done fucked

up right?

Trey