[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]

Yeah, yeah, ah

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]

Cut my hair and bump my head and fell off top

And run on sins and front on friends

If we don't win, then pay your tithes and mend your fence

And we alright, the Kaio Kens and big old rims

And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong

If I ain't gone, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them

No more ends and no more trends and photo tint and photo lens

Notice this, pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me, bowl of grits

Naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck

Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas

Hill for niggas, tip-top cliff a nigga, this the vision

Side to side, some gifted niggas

If we honest, you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with 'em, this the isms

See, your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific

Big-ass pot, wrist is glistened

Your list is shit and your infant isn't

This cost some titties and scar your face

The wrong of wrongs has caught a case

Or if niggas been MOB like Carter say

From far away, all my niggas like, "Calm down"

Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people

Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby, Whitney

Get too tired to write and died in prison

Felt like Rob tonight

Lost my God tonight, yeah

[Chorus: Zacari & Isaiah Rashad]

Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah, yeah)

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles (What's the matter?)

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath (Yeah)

I need smoke just to exhale (Ayy)

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Ayy)

But I'll make it out somehow (What's the matter?)

So roll another one up, roll another one up

And put it all in the air now (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

How many souls do you touch a day?

How many hoes do you fuck a day?

How many flows do your thoughts convey?

How many know you can't walk away?

Dependin' on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me

Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow

Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in

I kick back with kick door

Maybe if I could live hundred years, that be real

Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms

Crazy, my other show went to my mama 'nem

My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him

But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun

With a three-piece chicken dinner and shotgun

I bring your weekend to an endin' and pop one

I'm on the deep end, boss nigga, you're not one

And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son

Do you believe that Black man is our sun?

I made enough residuals to hide some

I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some

I told Zay I'm the best rapper since twenty-five

Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine

Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar

Pardon me, see my alter ego a Gemini

Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized

Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week

Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed

Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me

I proceed my last check in proceeds

To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books

To fix the blocks we on, to right my wrongs

The word to give the life we live as I get

[Chorus: Zacari]

So ahead of myself (Yeah)

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another one up, roll another one up

And put it all in the air now (Let's go)

[Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad & Zacari]

Oh, you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me

Love me for the moment (All in the air now), hug me like your sibling

Weed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen

Grew with Apollonia (All in the air now), Rob was makin' chicken

Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face

Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say

Zay, say it ain't love 'cause you bought flowers yesterday

Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap, but now let's talk 'bout me, me, me

Lately, I been gone, man, this ain't goin' how I wanted

When I pull up at your window, bitch, come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep

Faithful as your EBT, closer than your mama kin

Anger when you rang about my dog, but I'm gon' call again

Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out?

Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now

Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound?

Please be down, I been more than late, yeah

[Chorus: Zacari]

Oh, sometimes, I get so ahead of myself (Yeah)

Feel like I'm runnin' in circles

Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath

I need smoke just to exhale

Oh, and I get so ahead of myself (Uh)

But I'll make it out somehow

So roll another one up, roll another one up

And put it all in the air now (Let's go)

All in the air now

[Outro: Dave Free]

Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man

A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo

And my pops said, uh

He listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh

Said, "Dave, boy, why

Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house?

He, he, he talkin' 'bout you?"