[Verse 1:]
I don't know where the f** i am but i know the plane gone land
In 45 minutes the captain said i got a carry on full of grams
Finna blaze up like the fire bird on a Pontiac Grand Am
I know them is 2 different damn cars long as yo stupid a** understand
The stewardess threw a kiss she walked by i grabbed her a**
I said R.I.P to Dolla..Now lets go get this cash
Tweet the adress to the show if yall can come that would be grand
They finna pay me a grand my hotel is by the sand
I be ballin out on the weekends...Callin out for the freak niq
Fallin out wit these beaches Kuz my phone calls be so speechless
I got a business now im on G sh**..in the mountains goin on ski trips
Turn the heat on put the beat on and these n***as gone need speedstick
We ain't fixin to be Facetious...keep it real and chill wit my people
And forreal i spill and its lethal ouchea budded out in this regal
Dont let these n***as mistreat you dont let these n***as retweet you
Tryna get all up into yo movie now you got trilogy's in yo sequel
My plug gave me 22 kilo's im goin crazy like cee-loo green
All the n***as tryna lean on me say you gone need me like mean doe green
At the eye doctor bought contacts for this rap sh** tryna see mo' green
Black fist in my afro pick im black and proud wit a pack of loud
Its always about medication..thats the way i stay elevated
Continue on wit my meditation..Keep on buildin this reputation
What's up wit all the protesting lately my income they keep guesstimating
I do my thang wit no Hesitation kuz they said the game needed restoration
[Hook:]
Kamikaze...smoking bomb ...Nagasaki
Karate i kick it proper...mister miagi
Sipping Saki...My b**h is cold...she playin' hockey
Jiu Jitsu ..Mitsubishi on them 26's
Ridiculous...b**h I'm gifted this sh** is x-mas
How many tracks is he gone make about the way he spitting
Plenty my whole catalog is worthy a Bentley
No Fendi I rock Cloud Nine yo sh** is trendy
[Verse 2:]
I'm popping...like a glockenspiel...watch it
News 10 they'll watch and see you got into some f**in' problems
...my mama raised me well in ghetto apartments
Moved out the projects to the barrio 2 car garages
Parched...they like the way i pencil on this parchment
Starched...im crispy clean in all of my garments
Hardship...i know about i get through regardless
Starving...ion't be eating b**h im Tony Starking
Creating..anticipating we gone get this paper
That's all i talk about whenever my pencil hit this paper
Until the day that i meet my maker even though that sh** don't make sense
My parents made me i see them daily and sh** they too be getting stressed on rent