Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called No Air
In West Minnesota, born and raised, In the parking lot where I spent most of my days Chilling out, spending some counterfeits, taking some fetanyl and robbing some pregnant bitch outside of the school
When a couple of cops who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my
Chauvin got scared And said you’re moving to a town called No Air I begged and pleaded with him the other day
But he used my neck as a knee rest and sent me on my way he gave me a kissin’ and he gave me my ticket
I put my stolen iPhone on and said I might as well kick it First class, yo this is bad, Drinking lean out of a champagne glass ,is this what the people of No Air livin’ like?
Hm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said ‘Fresh’ and had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to No Air I pulled up to Hell about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabbie, “I dindu nuffin.”
I looked at Hell and I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of No Air