Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk n***a
Everybody around this b**h got money
We ain't never gon run outta weed
Yeah, look up
[VERSE 1]
Hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin' bout
Uh, Closed minded lil' children, I write my way to a million, lookin' out the plane windows
f** around get popped like a collar
For slippin' in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin' the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly sh**, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive lineman homie who gon' block em
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Tearin thru the city
Snatchin' b**hes top of the building
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
25-8, goin ape for the cake n***a
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets n***a
Founder of a flyer society raisin' the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin' for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin back for it
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