Chicago, y'all still shootin' up
And, Boston, y'all still shootin' up (Yeah)
And Queensbridge stay shootin' up
Even in Witchita, it's wicked, y'all

You see a mic stand lit up under the spotlight
A silhouette of a man slayin' beats that knock right
I treasure whenever niggas or rhetoricals hit
Orchestral tracks and nail it, smooth, black velvet
And rap intelligent but then it's just a low percent who blow on some
Nas, B.I.G., and Hova shit
No offense but I was over with findin' young spitters who names I remember
Dave, Jay Rozay
Dissin' your idols kills your future 'less your idol suped-up
Jamaica Ave, Nas, cherry drop, couped up
Still hittin' clubs, grimy niggas occasionally shoot up
Bang-bang, pow-pow, the snorters still toot up
My dead granddad came to my cousin through a psychic
I don't really like it, pay prices for afterlife advisements
Kinda double jumble, prefer to take my chances
Who gets out alive? Nobody got the answers
All we got is questions
I told my bitch she hit the genetic lottery
Love it when she lie to me
A friendship is built over time and trust too
But trust is a contract that constantly needs to be renewed
For peace and solitude
Peace and solitude
P-p-p-peace and solitude
Trust me and love me, I trust you and love you
Could you, could you, could you really show love?
Like a tree fallin' in the middle of the forest
Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage
How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from
Never pow and tint from a mitt
No diss to them, man who got it in
This is now, that was then
Different style, different Benz
It's clear there's a difference
You resortin' to, uh, distortin' the truth
Grind, my offspring needs juice, walk in my shoes

Yo, big bro, I'm from the ice pick era, light-skinned terror
Thought I could sell this dope until my life get better
Hieroglyphics got 'em tatted on us so it's hard to miss us
Reminiscin', my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie
Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough
They not thorough
How you my brother? You not Arrow

Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough
You not thorough
You not my brother, you not Jungle

A whisper of death, a kiss of life
From Sade lips, my wish for life
My neck wearin' exotic material, so excited I'm still here with you
I cried about it with a sinister smile
Was notable, I been winnin' awhile, I'm a dazzler
Ancient Astronaut from the Dogon tribe
Gangsta tatted up, time travelin' Nas
How I'm unravelin' this major paper
And blast niggas like a Navy laser?
System activated, board the cabin orderly
Fashion, I'm glad you made it
I'm the captain, flight time, 3 minutes
Won't be servin' lunch or dinner, your comfort is my concern
You could burn it if you feel it
We'll cruisin' at 40,000 feet
Your in-flight movie is Godfather 4 starrin' me and Dave East

First class for the whole flight, go 'head and lean your seat back
No lunch or dinner menu but got champagne if you drink that
Stewardess is models, gelato, you could bring it on
The pilot cool, I snuck in the cabin so I could see the storm
Joe Clark the one that they leanin' on
I just took my shoes off
Shorty across the aisle look like Lena Horne
40,000 feet, my Wi-Fi still crackin'
You niggas is still packin'
This flight about to land
Pick your seat up, secure your area
Clean up your mess
Half the seats Louis Vuitton
We double G'd up the rest
We don't even acknowledge the ones you seem to impress
Don't forget your charger
We could fly whenever, be my guest

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): COREY PEYTON, David Brewster, JAMES D'AGOSTINO, JULIAN GOSIN, KEYON HARROLD, MANUEL PERKINS, MARCUS HUBBARD, NASIR JONES, PAUL ROBERTSON, Tom Brock