Chuuwee - Kamikaze lyrics

[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