Clear the Air

I think it’s time I clear the air
Cause every time I turn around, I got a hater
Watching what I do now just to talk about it later
Tried to get away, but they follow me everywhere
So all you haters, you can hate on me
On me, on me, on me, on me, on me (ha)
I don’t see why they can’t leave me by my lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely (yeah, huh huh)
So you can hate on me
Well-known in my city, I’m at home in my town
I ain’t know them like Diddy, but I’m holding it down
All the phonies and clowns, they just wanna be down
Behind my back they act like they just don’t want me around
I don’t spit to impress you, find a bitch to get next to
Hard to believe, but if you sneezed, then I still wouldn’t bless you
It’s time I keep it real, 'cause ain’t no pussies here
Unless you talking about females, then there’s some pussy here
I speak the truth up in this booth, just like I’ve done for years
Got called a junkie by my peers, but look who put me here
Don’t need a label to tell me that I’m the fucking illest
As long as when my album drop, somebody fucking feels it
Lock that inside with my pride, and you can’t fucking steal it
Take away the key and seal it, off in a tomb
This mixture of weed and shrooms is about to make you feel the boom
Looking forward to an album coming soon