Cordae – Feel It In The Air Lyrics
Feel It In The Air Lyrics by Cordae
This is real, real, real, real sh!t right here, man
Yeah, now check it
Ulterior motives, they’ll lie in your face
I seen friends turn to enemies, become distant memories
Everybody’s janky, they just not who they pretend to be (Nah)
I’m tryna find my way out this production deal
Stupid me, young and dumb, I thought the love was real
Man, I don’t even go outside without touchin’ steel
One bad decision and I can gеt my muffin peeled
I know a couple niqqas probably had they gla$$еs filled
I’m sorry, I don’t make music for the ma$$ appeal
New crib got six baths, no Jack and Jill
But fvck the braggatory raps, boy, this sh!t get real
Never mind, I could tell you some sh!t with clever rhymes
But this year I thought of killin’ myself like seven times
And that ain’t normal, and fvck all that keepin’ sh!t formal
It felt like yesterday, when we was eatin’ DiGiorno’s
And mama ain’t have no internet to watch p0rno
So I ain’t have sh!t to do, but write inside my journal
And that’s why you can feel this pain I’m feelin’
I’m still renegotiatin’ sh!t with James McMillan
Negotiations ain’t gettin’ no further
I’m a boss niqqa, never a worker, not a soft niqqa, just an observer
fvck the industry and fvck all my enemies
It’s crazy, but we asked for all this sh!t, niqqa, didn’t we? (Yeah)
I wouldn’t change a damn thing, except for all the snake sh!t (Uh)
Except for all the contracts, except for all the fake sh!t (For real)
Except for all the people I showed genuine love to
Just spat in my face, know that I still love you (Haha)
Nah, fvck ’em, I am not that evolved
But if you ever got a problem, we can lock in a call
They say I’m at the Benz dealership, niqqa, how you shop at the mall?
But still none of my problems is solved
Man, yesterday, I was just textin’ Nas
He hit me up, you know what I’m sayin’?
He fvcked with my Leakers freestyle, man, just sh!t like that
That’s still like—, it just keep me goin’
‘Til I had them
[Verse 2] It seem like it’s good people bad things always happen to
When life get hard, it almost feel like God mad at you
The trust that I had in my heart, people shattered you
My goddamn drummer was a rat and I ain’t have a clue
I just want my girl to wake up without an attitude (For real)
I just wish them niqqas around me would show gratitude
The love I’ve shown is never reciprocated (Never)
I’m ‘posed to be filled with joy, ’cause niqqas made it
I thought the niqqa Ralph was real, but he wrote a statement
And every time I get on the Gram, I’m in the matrix
And it’s crazy how I call Dave Chappelle, on some homie sh!t
Especially when I realize that he don’t owe me sh!t
I lost my first granny, same day we lost Kobe, sh!t
Glad I got to meet him at the U.S. Open, sh!t
We had a dope convo, though I’m never disclosin’ it
It’s certain key moments when I die that I’m goin’ with
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You know, some things are best left unsaid, you know
Not everythin’—, it’s like, I try my best to be transparent
But also, I’ma find some cooler sh!t to say, haha
Ayy, check it, now, listen [Verse 3] Why does my compa$$ion get treated as weakness?
niqqas showin’ they true colors, that’s as a reset
All alone in this mansion, know I’m prone to expansion (For real)
My profound use of language, I hold this advantage
Medicore-a$$ albums, they callin’ ’em cla$$ics (What?)
Give it time, f00lish statements are always retracted
Force-fed algorithms that fall in the ma$$es
Advertisements are planted, based on the demographics
Uh, ten-thousand cash in my denim jacket
Often reminisce for times when we didn’t have it
But who am I to dwell? My job is to excel
A hundred bands I put on Microsoft, I’m doin’ well
Investment returns, live more lessons and learn
I sent a long text message if the catch a concern
Although never replied, ‘least it’s better than lies
niqqas crave this fame sh!t, whether dead or alive
[Outro] Huh, y’all can have this sh!t, man, you hear me?
Let me keep the bread though
But like, all this other like, fame, extracurricular sh!t, man
fvck ’em, I don’t fvck with none of these industry-fame niqqas
I don’t fvck with none of these B!tches
Man, I fvck with my tribe and my tribe only
And that’s it, everybody else eat a d!ck, Hi Level sh!t