They look up to the...
f** boys wonderin...
b**hes know the planes got it
b**hes know the planes got it
[Verse 1:]
Incinerate the streets
The moment that my size 7 Bapes graze concrete
Every step I take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa
Wakin up to chilled mimosas
I do it how a real n***a supposed to
I obligated myself in '02
When I seen Soulja Slim bring that lac truck through
I'm the truth these n***as is daffy
Duck a** n***as keep quackin
But I can't hear ya I got a sound proof cabin
Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack a** album
I got you hot on the street... literally
I'm like yo promo team my lolo green
10 switches in the bu*ton for james bond smoke screen
I'm a hard act to follow
n***as need luck better rub that log at the apollo
b**hes know the planes got it
b**hes know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
b**hes know the planes go it
b**hes know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change I'm sorry
[Verse 2:]
I'm so sick with it one listen
Might have n***as coughing n sniffling
My pockets is fatter than peter griffin
Green in em like my rollin papers
Had a couple n***as round me that I know was haters
Gave em enough rope to hang themselves that's how I played em
Broke they own necks you see they body swayin
From the ceilings n they mental prisons
Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living
Soon they understand that they never stand over my n***as
Tabulate the statistics
Congratulate the victors
We leave lames as air strike victims
I'm on my sh**
These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
I'm at work in my play clothes
Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove
Murder on the beat cased closed