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 Im 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 im sorry [Verse 2] Im 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 Im on my sh** These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks Im at work in my play clothes Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove Murder on the beat cased closed