Air ’Em Out ​clipping.

[Intro]
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on)
Should've made the noose a little tighter
'Cause it ain't nobody dead—
Yeah

[Verse 1]
We who are about to bang them drums (Bang)
Beating on a dead body, riding shotgun (Ah)
Talking that shit, bitch, bite your tongue
See that ship over your city, better run (Run), run (Run)
Your war is like a board game where he come from
Already bored, claiming you're gang, "Pyong!" go the gun
Boy, he on some other shit, check your solar system, bitch
Don't let a motherfucker catch you sleeping at the wrong sun (Wrong sun)
Son a hater, send him into orbit
Higher than these motherfuckers claiming is they purpose
Turned and asked your partner why he started acting nervous
Rrr-r-rat! Keep talking, that's lip service
Rats! Decided it was time to hit the surface
Cats! Sleeping on it, write 'em off like cursive
Drown a fucking hater, his experience immersive
Now that he can feel it, call the doctors and the nurses up