Tonight Chris Travis

[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