ID Labs - This Plane lyrics

[Intro] Yeah it's young Khalifa Man Mr. Spacely Everyone call me man Taylor Gang or die And this project is brought to you by Champagne and paper planes too Rostrum Records in this b**h Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle, Deal or No Deal Yeah, b**h [Verse 1] I'm screaming f** them n***as who hated I'm money affiliated Speculating me landing, must have got me mistaken with lame n***as Know you gone get high as f** as long as the planes with you Left that major situation alone and became richer People talking down but see me I'm the same n***a Leave your b**h around we gone drink the champagne with her We don't touch the ground, see a cloud with my name it Only ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gang Fool, I'm a legend in these streets cause how I do my thang And don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chain Oh man, still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was gone There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at Cruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top that So in touch with the real them s**as tryna stop that But I, live or let die, party get high And tell them lames to deplane or let fly [Hook] Don't know what they hate for I'm just gettin my paper Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane They gon' miss this plane I try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to [Verse 2] Stuck alone in this wave race Say I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my pace Got one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakes Smoke ez-wider's with hash, f** b**hes from out of state Valet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me plates Shrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinks With a couple of broads, my n***a's and who got love for me It's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having company Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in, I'mma stand out And view my life through this lens to see how it pans out Substitute teacher a** n***as, need a handout Middle finger screaming f** them n***as who hated I'm money affiliated Pop another bottle, that chronic smoke integrated Speculating me landing must've got me mistaken I'm speaking as the captain of the plane You'se a runner on the jet way [Hook]