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Fresh Air Video (MV)




Performed By: ATK Glock
Length: 3:03
Written by: ATK Glock




ATK Glock - Fresh Air Lyrics




Fresh air I'm loving the weather
Stay fresh ay we getting the cheddar
Now from my fans I be just getting an letters
All over the headers we just doing it better

Stumbled in the way I had to lay low
Getting this money can't say no
Everybody fake I'm trynna get paid more
Keep it real in the ring feel like fador

That girl wasn't for me had to let go
I ain't worry bout it Imma get that cheque though
Damn im feeling like the plug though
Money coming in in bundles
On a vacay in Istanbul
I'm platonic but she wants fun though
They loving me lot cause I'm humble
Haters just trynna see me tumble
Come outta nowhere pull up u know we rumble ay
Imma Hit em up till they crumble ay
Walk through just like a huncho ay
Talk shit you getting punched out bitch
Had to do it for myself had to do it for my fam
Got a Fendi merce you know I been going ham
Looking at my wrist like God damn
Getting paid but haters trynna condemn

Told myself you gotta do it Man ain't non to it
Don't give up just push right through it
Underestimated but I'm cooling
Haters just be hating but they fooling
Fila on my shoes everyday in stu
Gotta follow my dreams boy i know what's good
Killas in my booth they ready to shoot now
They loving me lot I get love from the hood now
Back in the high school couldn't fit in
Loved a girl to find out was cheating
Leave a toth i be just up in her feelings yeah
I get so high I might just hit the ceiling
I don't need no friends I'm all bout the cheddar
Live it up now I know I live it better
Supreme my shoulder got red on the leather
Even when it rains I be loving the weather
Lost my friends now I'm lonely yeah
Hit the fent then she od yeah
Don't tell me u ain't told me yeah
Get this money Slowly but that's surely yeah
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Fresh air I'm loving the weather
Stay fresh ay we getting the cheddar
Now from my fans I be just getting an letters
All over the headers we just doing it better

Stumbled in the way I had to lay low
Getting this money can't say no
Everybody fake I'm trynna get paid more
Keep it real in the ring feel like fador

That girl wasn't for me had to let go
I ain't worry bout it Imma get that cheque though
Damn im feeling like the plug though
Money coming in in bundles
On a vacay in Istanbul
I'm platonic but she wants fun though
They loving me lot cause I'm humble
Haters just trynna see me tumble
Come outta nowhere pull up u know we rumble ay
Imma Hit em up till they crumble ay
Walk through just like a huncho ay
Talk shit you getting punched out bitch
Had to do it for myself had to do it for my fam
Got a Fendi merce you know I been going ham
Looking at my wrist like God damn
Getting paid but haters trynna condemn

Told myself you gotta do it Man ain't non to it
Don't give up just push right through it
Underestimated but I'm cooling
Haters just be hating but they fooling
Fila on my shoes everyday in stu
Gotta follow my dreams boy i know what's good
Killas in my booth they ready to shoot now
They loving me lot I get love from the hood now
Back in the high school couldn't fit in
Loved a girl to find out was cheating
Leave a toth i be just up in her feelings yeah
I get so high I might just hit the ceiling
I don't need no friends I'm all bout the cheddar
Live it up now I know I live it better
Supreme my shoulder got red on the leather
Even when it rains I be loving the weather
Lost my friends now I'm lonely yeah
Hit the fent then she od yeah
Don't tell me u ain't told me yeah
Get this money Slowly but that's surely yeah
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Writer: ATK Glock
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