I don't know where the fuck 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 ass understand The stewardess threw a kiss she walked by i grabbed her ass 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 shit..in the mountains goin on ski trips Turn the heat on put the beat on and these niggas 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 niggas mistreat you dont let these niggas 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 niggas tryna lean on me say you gone need me like mean doe green At the eye doctor bought contacts for this rap shit 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 bitch is cold...she playin' hockey Jiu Jitsu ..Mitsubishi on them 26's Ridiculous...bitch I'm gifted this shit 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 shit is trendy
[Verse 2:] I'm popping...like a glockenspiel...watch it News 10 they'll watch and see you got into some fuckin' 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 bitch 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 shit don't make sense My parents made me i see them daily and shit they too be getting stressed on rent