Phonix Beats - Flight 187 lyrics

[Produced by Phoenix] [Intro] From the day you're born 'til the day you die If you're one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 1] They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like n***as is trying to get me Forget the kids, I'm shaving off my f**ing head like Britney Man, Dre won't mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways, I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me? It's Chris, he's on the other line with Diddy But I don't wanna talk right now, my day is going sh**ty Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isn't he from Marcy? They say he's growin dreads and now he's talking like a Yardie Man, everything is changing, I don't understand a thing I guess this is that bullsh** that all the money brings I'm on flight [Hook] [Verse 2] My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes That just makes him one of 50 n***as wanting to murk me n***as found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey You can ask my son, he'll tell you "my dad's f**ing crazy" She filled his head with sh** and now I think he f**in' hates me Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me I'll blow your f**in' mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he had left, that's why I'm so high It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die I wish a n***a would, I dare a motherf**er try You get at me and miss you kiss your black a** good-bye I'm on flight [Hook] [Verse 3] My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max Man I wasn't the shooter, I was never on the scene So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me There's no need for a lie detector, I ain't sayin sh** The more you talk the higher chances you're doing a bid Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I'm happy he home You tell them crackers sorry n***a then you get back on When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a f** So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what's up I'm on flight [Hook]