ROC - Air It Out (feat. Moneka) Lyrics

This time I'll air it out
Hidin my whereabouts
My destiny was written in the kitchen I was airin out the pack fumes
Sittin by the window just starin out
F*ck is u scared about
My harsh reality Of not bein able to bring along all I care about
F*ck what they said about me
This is the real
Peep how I overcome the obstacles
Papa on the rock
And just to him get up off it I know anything is possible
We was outside servin way before the trap house
Young nigga. Early adolescence weighin I sacks out
Breakin ouces on the curb
I spent my whole life writing
I spent my whole life fightin
My inner self
U either sit and be a burden or go get what u deserve
My only burden is myself nigga
F*ck what u heard
U aint heard a Carolina nigga with this much potential
Since Cole dropped in November
Now give me all my credentials
My nigga
Aint done
This my shit
If u dont feel it u dont feel it aint dumbin shit
The one of few on the way from the bottom and really speakin
I feel the game is unbalanced I feel Im last mohicans
Im here to carry the torch when they need it Im flashin the beacon
Confimin all my bars like acceptance is what I needed
Not understndin the difference of levels we plan on reachin
U call the shit what u want but respect me when u critiquin fr

I stretch wings far and wide I go
Far from the life I know
My life I grow

This better anything
This could mean everything
We done been thru everything
Falls is always steep
I sacrifice it all thats holdin me
Will I grow

Reachin for pinnacles
I just need u to listen
Done somethin to a nigga
Mama cryin thru evictions
All that shade from the fam and now they wonder why Im distant
A hard time of forgettin
Im battling with forgiveness
Saw mama and papa fail
Now Im battlin with commitment
Betrayed what I love the most
Cause its hard to see how we different
I thrive in mist of pain
A curse the way Im gifted
He grinded up from the bottom
9 years is how yall sentence
F*ck these laws and penitentiary's
And law official bitches
He can hardly hug his kids like he a motha f*ckin menace
Free Darryl
And while u at it free me from hell
Project buildings and street rules mentality cells
Mentality hell
They fake
That mentality failed
Mentality held
Us back we was tryna prevail
Yall motha f*ckas pickin cotton in mentality fields
U look inside yo f*ckin self NIGGGA thats how to be real
Real nigga
Fr nigga

I stretch wings far and wide I go
Far from the life I know
My life I grow

This better anything
This could mean everything
We done been thru everything
Falls is always steep
I sacrifice it all thats holdin me
Will I grow