Fly Jets Over Boston (feat. Curren$y)

Yeah

Adams

Yeah

Fly jets over boston

Yeah oh

We not playin wit em

White picket fence not me im on the top floor

Roof top city spot lookin over all yours (I see ya)

Chilin wit a crush i don't really have time for

I'm the 3 white keys in C, your a minor

Knew my shit bang when my music hit the highways

Found out that hard work pays off like Fridays

And, plenty of people do this our age

But don't seem to be blowin like penelope and johnnys

Sorry, sound so big headed

I'm just flowin no clue where this clouds headed (no way, no clue)

Never been addicted to the fame, no star fettish

You worried bout yours, but we count all of this, uh

All we gon' do is spit that reals

So if you fakin don't come round here

Oh you thought that this was your year?

Theres the door get the fuck outta here

I'm not playin I'm just sayin

I'm not playin I'm just sayin

I'm not playin I'm just sayin

I'm not playin

Uh, and when it all come down to it

The homie still gon' do his thing

You gotta give it to him

Refer in 3rd person tell myself about my music

You got them screen door lyrics we can see through em

You and your team don't get it how you say you doin

You just tryna keep the crowd movin lyin to 'em

Disrespecting the game and gettin paid for it

Lost sight of what you first got in the game for

I seen it all from my stadium seat chair

Number 1 rolled OG brand new

Old sneaks man what you mean?

Its like club life shoppin in a time machine

Kinda light headed in my heavy chevy

Talkin to my light skinned red bone on my blackberry

Headed wherever I haven't been already

Fuck all else jets over every

All we gon' do is spit that real

So if you fakin don't come round here

Oh you thought that this was your year?

Heres the door get the fuck outta here

I'm not playin I'm just sayin

I'm not playin I'm just sayin

I'm not playin I'm just sayin (straight up)

Word to Sam, fool

Roll me another one