Vonte Raekwon - Last Flight to Thug Mansion lyrics

Uh, I been stressing for a minute now Trying to come up with something That yall can vibe too Ride too But n****'s still ain't giving a f*** I'm testing my luck Telling me what I shouldn't do F*** you that's my attitude Sh*t on you n****'s I've been the n**** I'm done showing my gratitude Young n**** put the city on my back Took Rap maf*** and I ain't giving it back, uh Mama called said she almost hit the powerball Played it last night but a couple numbers was off Told her don't waste another dime on a ticket Just give me some time promise you mama that I'm get it But it's n****'s still plotting on me, trying to take my spot But I be damn if I sit back and watch Grandma pray for me I been sinning like a demon Sipping on holy water I ran out of Aquafina Last flight to Thug Mansion Calling all flight attendants Last Flight Last…… Flight…….. B*tch My name getting brought up in conversations They still fronting Look at the n**** Vonte he still stunting Don't even give me credit I'm tired of n****'s talk sh*t Like I ain't sh*t on every n**** this summer B*tches, f*** Versace Lenses Cus I'd rather see my vision through the eyes of a real n**** No competition I'm in a different category Put me with Jay, Yay, 2Pac and Notorious Told ya'll, ya'll can't f*** with us, F*** with me Rapping like I'm B.I.G Sala vie, All my n****'s out Paris We just coming from the hood pa**port on E So put a stamp on that sh*t, gas tank on E How the f*** am I gon' get home And I been waiting to long for this sh*t And ya'll don't even get it Screaming Na**a** hoe, my n****'s pa**ing the dope Ring around the rosy maf***a you don't know me Just a young n**** trynna get his pockets healthy Educate yourself on them n****'s claiming they wealthy Bunch of rich n****'s, b*tch n****'s, snitch n****'s My n****'s catch you slipping might just hit a lick n**** I try to stay focused, money on my mind So I grind for all them people that hopeless Last flight to Thug Mansion Calling all flight attendants, Last Flight Last…… Flight…….. B*tch Nas said that Hip Hop was dead They making statements already And they ain't gave me a chance I can f*** around and be the next Hov Cus I'm only 18 and all I'm seeing is green in my dreams Blinded from my n**** in the hearse So I'm praying that God just put me up in the Murciélago Maybe that's why I keep my eyes closed And all my n****'s always keep they eyes low We ain't even f***in with the 5.0 Traded in Mona Lisa for Pica**o Put in it my future condo right beside a bad b**h Hoping she ain't wearing no clothes Looking like Marilyn Monroe pull that dress up White bi***es and they tired of playing dress up Baby you ever been to Thug Mansion Let's go get a room F*** sleeping in the Hamptons