In The Air by Kato Dox Lyrics
Feel it in the air, I’m suppose to blow
Money in my hand, that’s all I touch
Feel it in the air with that purple smoke
Go roll, go roll, go roll that dutch (x2)
Bitch you better know that im fucking back on
Dont give a fuck cuz I’m on that strong
Hercules, i got the brains and brawns
Ya barely making moves cuz you act like pawns
I kill little rappers, thats abortion rap
With that outdated style like that nordstorm rack
Kato to the Dox, who the fuck is that
Running with the realest, where the fuck you at
See i been up on the hustle
Trying to reach my dreams
Till the day I’m in the benz and I hit the high beam
My city trying to blow so they wait on my team
Haters ain’t paper touching
Like they trying to go green
I’m on another level, no senzu bean
Never break under pressure
Put the weight on my spleen
I’m bout to blow, you should’ve hopped on sooner
But I don’t O U, I’m not a fan of sooners
Uh, haters gonna hate, that’s great
But I’m growing on your girl like a real bad tumor
Uh, I’m confident but not cocky
So my people really wish me well
What about in a couple years?
And I tell them I perceive that wealth
Never sell my soul I’m oppose to hell
But I’ll sell my flows, I’m suppose to sell
Feel it in the air, almost there
Gray hair and bad health
From nights of unslept, this life is unreal
Cuz smoke and light beers
To handle my fears, my tears, my years
Of getting it in, starting to bring in dividends
Split it up with my niggas then
Grind with them so you know who I’m eating with
Who im leaving with
Smell the weed scents when we walk in
All eyes on them
It’s been a long time coming
But I feel a change is coming
Sam Cooke bumping as I roll up
Hold up, motherfuckers acting like they know us
Cuz they know we finna blow up
Show these niggas no love
No sup, no daps, no hugs, chunk a duece up
Take it outside, we can do something
Got them young niggas with me
They’ll shoot something
I ain’t got time, stick to getting money
Work hard, can’t take shit from me
Spit it how I live, keep it 100
Rolling up, high as fuck, keep the track bumping
Pour up, double cup, play the track, run it
Living life like my last, cuz I feel it coming
Bring the danger when I’m on them beats
Got a couple bangers, I dont need no piece
Trying to feel the change, that’s metamorphosis
Trying to feel the change, where’s my endorsement
Really wanna move? so you leave the porch
But I really wanna move, let me cop the Porshe
Don’t stop till the top gotta stay on course
Getting bigger checks than them nike air force
I can run the game, tell them pass the torch
Work hard, play hard, so we popping cork
I’m the perfect storm that they anticipating
Not a single chance of precipitation
Never let them rain on my parade
Cuz I’m trying to get them notes like Jodeci
So I better keep on pushing till the day i break
Sacrificing everything, everythings at stake
You claim to be the king, but I roll with aces
My team is in position, we load the bases
One more hit then we all gonna score
Rock the shows then we kill the tour
Then a couple shopping sprees that we can’t afford
Trade in the old four door Accord
Got me feeling really good, pour more liquor
Keep pouring shots till we hit the floor
Money in my hand, that’s all I touch
Feel it in the air with that purple smoke
Go roll, go roll, go roll that dutch (x2)
Bitch you better know that im fucking back on
Dont give a fuck cuz I’m on that strong
Hercules, i got the brains and brawns
Ya barely making moves cuz you act like pawns
I kill little rappers, thats abortion rap
With that outdated style like that nordstorm rack
Kato to the Dox, who the fuck is that
Running with the realest, where the fuck you at
See i been up on the hustle
Trying to reach my dreams
Till the day I’m in the benz and I hit the high beam
My city trying to blow so they wait on my team
Haters ain’t paper touching
Like they trying to go green
I’m on another level, no senzu bean
Never break under pressure
Put the weight on my spleen
I’m bout to blow, you should’ve hopped on sooner
But I don’t O U, I’m not a fan of sooners
Uh, haters gonna hate, that’s great
But I’m growing on your girl like a real bad tumor
Uh, I’m confident but not cocky
So my people really wish me well
What about in a couple years?
And I tell them I perceive that wealth
Never sell my soul I’m oppose to hell
But I’ll sell my flows, I’m suppose to sell
Feel it in the air, almost there
Gray hair and bad health
From nights of unslept, this life is unreal
Cuz smoke and light beers
To handle my fears, my tears, my years
Of getting it in, starting to bring in dividends
Split it up with my niggas then
Grind with them so you know who I’m eating with
Who im leaving with
Smell the weed scents when we walk in
All eyes on them
It’s been a long time coming
But I feel a change is coming
Sam Cooke bumping as I roll up
Hold up, motherfuckers acting like they know us
Cuz they know we finna blow up
Show these niggas no love
No sup, no daps, no hugs, chunk a duece up
Take it outside, we can do something
Got them young niggas with me
They’ll shoot something
I ain’t got time, stick to getting money
Work hard, can’t take shit from me
Spit it how I live, keep it 100
Rolling up, high as fuck, keep the track bumping
Pour up, double cup, play the track, run it
Living life like my last, cuz I feel it coming
Bring the danger when I’m on them beats
Got a couple bangers, I dont need no piece
Trying to feel the change, that’s metamorphosis
Trying to feel the change, where’s my endorsement
Really wanna move? so you leave the porch
But I really wanna move, let me cop the Porshe
Don’t stop till the top gotta stay on course
Getting bigger checks than them nike air force
I can run the game, tell them pass the torch
Work hard, play hard, so we popping cork
I’m the perfect storm that they anticipating
Not a single chance of precipitation
Never let them rain on my parade
Cuz I’m trying to get them notes like Jodeci
So I better keep on pushing till the day i break
Sacrificing everything, everythings at stake
You claim to be the king, but I roll with aces
My team is in position, we load the bases
One more hit then we all gonna score
Rock the shows then we kill the tour
Then a couple shopping sprees that we can’t afford
Trade in the old four door Accord
Got me feeling really good, pour more liquor
Keep pouring shots till we hit the floor