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 f**in eskimo ma'
You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha
Don't I, flow like the sh** that get the boat by
We don't get along with these n***as 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 n***as 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 d**h 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 n***as in here, with a few straps
And new lacs, pushin two hunred in twenty two stacks