This is just a small introduction to the jet-set era Every mornin' I wake up I take a look in the mirror And I see motherf**ers tryna' be like me But I don't mind it to be honest Just as long as they pay homage Earned my spot, I one of New Orleans' flyest rhymers I make a faithful house-wife into a two-timer Snuck a eighth on the Island in my Bape jacket linin' Not fired up, we flyin above n***as claimin' to get higher than us They lyin' to ya In front my b**h crib waitin' for Lil Roddy to pull up Got a joint to bake but I'm a keep it trill and wait Cause the homey called and said that he was on his way Just another day in the life, another minute another mile On the flight. No, I wouldn't switch it for nothin', dig it? Yeah I might of said it before But I'm a say it til the mic tell me don't say it no more [Bridge:] (And so...) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) (We rep The Planes) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) This is how a n***a smoke-n-maintain (maintain) (We rep The Planes)