Flight School

High as I lift off, Mr. I'm so fly

Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by

Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my;

Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma'

You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha

Don't I, flow like the shit that get the boat by

We don't get along with these niggas and ya'll know why

Just a bandana no scarf no bow tie

D-boy college boy, no difference

Out here the strays'll erase existence

Lil niggas is taught to mind they business

Meaning, only the pastor'll find the witness

The lord'll work it out, spritual fitness, and this is

The germ flow, lyrical sickness

Limited intress, if u ain't talkin money scram

A hundred grand bring death like the Son of Sam

Blam, big kaboom out the fo' double

You bleedin eternal it ain't a small puddle

When you swag shoot to the roof the mall rush you

The more miles to get to it the more hustle

V twelve on roids, all muscle

Had the hammer hand back in small shuffle

I'm so Jupiter, I should build my own throne

Can't grab ma swag ma swag out the o zone

Every now and then I grab out the old phone

Get a lil throwback dome in so and so's home

I got it all sewn, feel like a New Jack

Dress like a jacker, everything to the shoes black

I got the new kite, wish I could send the news back

My words go so far and they know how to use that

Move back, my niggas in here, with a few straps

And new lacs, pushin two hunred in twenty two stacks