[Intro: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord
Well, if—

[Verse 1]
I remember days when we got paid
Middle school, shootin' dice
Thuggin' in the eighth-grade
Lied about free lunch so I got it every day
Niggas said that I changed since I moved up mane
Been the same since the game
Switched up when I came
Hit the lanes then I bang my hits
Not a shame
You a lame and a drain
Washed up with a name
Yeah I really feel the pain when they talk about you mane
You the troop, boy salute
Ain't nothing left to prove
You the greatest and they hatin'
Why they wanna take your food?
Boy these other niggas fu
Keep your eyes on your loot
Keep your hands on your girl and a nigga that'll shoot
Cause these niggas will intrude, if they have a feelin' to
Sometimes you gotta do what the fuck you gotta do
Don't move, hands down, and the heart turned blue
Fire out, arms up, as we play this interlude bitch

[Interlude: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord

[Verse 2]
Now I gotta get it
I gotta get to the cake though
Niggas keep rapping and snitchin' until the case closed
Bitch I'm out here workin', just tryna get to the pesos
Memphis young nigga
We comin' up bout to explode
Hit me on my line, she tryna meet at the Citgo
I don't got no time the city really lit though
Yeah she looking fine and yeah she's so thick, oh
I don't waste time you know it keep ticking hoe
Wake up, bitch
I'm smokin' up every mornin'
By the time that you yawnin', I'm goin' straight to the hundreds
By the time that you joggin', I'm probably sittin' in a office
Rollin up fat blunts just thinkin' bout the profits
And she don't do this often
I know these hoes be lying
And she tryna intervene
Hold up, shawty rewind
Hold up, nigga recline up out my fuckin' seat
You can't ever sit here
Boy this shit for a king nigga

[Outro: Phil Collins]
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord