Songtexte Air Forces - Matt Vanzetti

Brett Coxy

Ever since we had to buy shit on clearance
Speaking my shit until I fuck up my larynx
Dog me and this music we got us a marriage
Can't break it up connection the clearest

Until they need six to carry me up
Making more hits than Derek Jeter
Making a team that scary to feature
So why would I care for your weeping
Raised by momma make commas off trauma
Sis my consigliere we leaders
Fuck fuck it a crime family
Me talking shit is me being modest
You can bet your bottom I got bottom dollars like ugh

Fuck it we live by a code
I used to dream of these goals
Now I get c notes for shows
And I got groupies and hoes
They try to give coochie to bros
Just to get closer to me
They wanting that Gucci from me
The best you going to get is my Merch
That's that only time I'll be on a shirt
Need me a demon to drive it to church
But got a goddess and she me the works
Came with a Cannon like Drum Line
Needed to make me a gun line
Killers and thugs in my bloodline
Feel like a Rollie with no hands I'm timeless
I don't throw hands I kill em with diamonds
Talking that pressure that make em
Came from the mud where they wanting you buried
Anything I got I got it myself
Was drowning now swimming like Miller and Phelps
Like fuck it I'll build it myself
So what the fuck is humble
Letting it off
Pardon my ego I'm letting it talk

Letting it talk