WHATEVER, MAN

[Intro]
Yea
Aye, shout out my brother Dirty Gaugez, nasty on it
Kiddy sleeping in the background and shit

[Verse 1: Airospace]
Hold up, drop in the middle of the roll-up, stop
Need all eyes on me
Tote two Glocks, Tupac, two pops, two shots
Dude block, getting hot, that's peak
Son I cop, slim might roll on top, swear to God I beat
Call up Roxx, baby gon ride on cock
Then glide on them clouds to my meat
Swear I’m not violent but all of them nights niggas plotting to fuck on my shawty
I see that you holding upon insecurity
I promise on purity
I'll surely put you and your mama and brother and father in 30-foot coffins
I don't mean to dismember or separate orphans
Never been one for the hate or extortion
I murder you fuckers, won't pay at the court
Will adjourn on the basis I caught you trespassing
Your ass wrote a check that your cousin can't cash
Put on the God that you serve
On the bond to my word
If I kill you, it's gon be the last
Blowing your brains through your neck so you can't talk outside of it
Might as well not bring you back
Heart on my shoulder, feds at the quarter
Looking for a martyr, needing a quota
Said to Dewgatti I probably Cobain off at 40
They Morty and bore me
Last evening this shawty
Pulled on me, we sortie'
Recording was courting
She pulled out a pistol and shot through my morning
Exactly at 4:44, I'm resorting
To avoiding avoiding avoiding the void again
Now her friend joining in

[Chorus: Airospace]
Nigga, fuck your fear
Nigga, fuck that bitch
I've been on my shit
I've been on my shit

Nigga, fuck your shit
I ain't fuck your bitch
I've been on my shit
I've been on my shit

[Verse 2: Chowerman]
Chower, yo, yo
She wanna come to my crib, smoke blunts up
Tell her stop hanging 'round with those dumb fucks
Give me leng throat, I don’t mean gun butt
Do it 'til the sun's up, thumbs up
Thinking, scheming, trying to get my funds up
Thinking, 'Why is the world so unjust?'
Man, it's fucked up, man, it's fucked up
If you want beef swing it out like a nunchuck
Fuck all your fears and anxiety
She give me head twice like a Siamese
I need a cup full of gin with some tropical sparkling water and fire weed
Wish I could turn my brain off in the night
But the truth is I can't, it's so tiring
As I get older, I'm trying to get rid of this chip on my shoulder like violin
Mandem and gyalem have trying to get ahold of me
But I'm on aeroplane mode
When Chower and Airospace flow
There's nobody better, I’m totally fed up
‘Cause making a song is the easiest bit
But the hardest bit is to convert it to cheddar
Still probably gonna do this forever
Won't fade like a Henna
Still tellin’ my breddas I’ll quit but I'll never