Planes (feat. Harrison Sands, Tyler Coolidge, Hooligan Lou & Natty Reeves)

No, you go first

If time is money I'm gone, I'm gone watch the hour glass

Yeah, I don't need your loving you can have it back

You said you'd fill my wallet with a salad snack

You get the cold, cold shoulder

Oh

I know

Oh

I get it, you're too cool for school

Oh

Yeah, I know

Oh

You're too hot to touch

I've been working grave shifts on my own

Even a broken watch hits twelve o' clock like once or twice

But you can't budge a beat

I've been working fingers to the bone

And that's what you're feeding me

These scraps are weak

I watch as you eat like a king

What does it mean to never care

Is everything just little figments of your world of despair, oh-oh

Hello stranger are you there?

I've been here for so long just waiting

Oh

(I know)

Oh

Oh

Oh

Too hot to touch

If time was money I would be time efficient

And if you waste my time well then it's bye-bye bitches

Because I never knew how people focused on a dime bitch

When a dollar worth more, and bitches come when I'm rich

Said I'm going on tour with my life in a trunk

From the mic to the drugs, nice clothes, swim trunks

Got the hype and the buzz I'm with Hooligan Lou

I bet you got it from your mams and your daddy a fool

I bet you probably go snitch on your family too

I bet you skimp on your friends and your fans to be cool

I bet you scam all the fam cause their vanity changed

That makes me ran tan, pissy and my sanity droop

Thank God I been working on my own here, oh

Lone range to the bone in my cave here, oh

Ain't cave to a boss bitch pay me

You ain't finna make me!

I'd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning

Without your incompetent ass I wouldn't be where I'm sitting

But where the fuck would I be at if I never got up to get it?

We catch you snitching you'll get caught like a seeker but this ain't Quidditch

How many frozen burritos will it take me to taste some greatness?

How many blogs I gotta email before they abandon fake shit?

You wanna clock buddy? We popping' like it or not

Yeah we're going up, we're going up, we're going up, we're going up!

Tell your people to hit my people just Google me

The second you'll get into some musical ingenuity

Watch me take it from Google beach to a nudie beach

Overseas especially if I'm counting the streams

Your daughter and her homies come to every single show I'm reppin'

Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still won't cut the check

We could all be one happy family, but

You're too cool for school