[Chrous ROME-323]
They don't even get as high as us
They ain't even in the sky with us
Nuh Uh they can't fly with us x2
[Verse 1 ROME-323]
Yo, I'm Really on some bird sh**
Hit this Herb, b**h
Get a ticket the flight been departed
I'm trippy, nah I'm simply the illest,
without a remedy
I spit the thickest mucus up out,
these two lips
Ay, b**h take these tulips,
these green flowers
Take one to the dome
Climb up the Eiffel towers
Don't look down son
If you afraid of heights
Now this how you gone be feeling after you hit the flight
Now boarding, ROME L.A. will be the pilot
She f**in' with us she heard we get the highest
You heard right miss
We them fly guys
Lets blow a Eighth b**h
Let the time fly...
[Chrous]
They don't even get as high as us
They ain't even in the skys with us
Nuh Uh they can't fly with bruh
Nuh uh they can't fly with us bruh x2
[Verse 2 ROME-323]
n***as choke on the jet smoke
they mad
We toke on the best smoke
We laugh
Joke about our worst times
Think about the sh** we barely survived
We still here
Still striving for better things
Never wifing no wedding rings
I'm piping a bad one
bet YOU NEVER HAD ONE
C'mon Son
Don't hate on me
I'm just chasing the funds
the women chasing me
and she know she gone have a hard time replacing
b**h face them other n***as you f**ed with was basic
and that ain't this
nuh uh nah that ain't this
L.A.
[Chrous]