Lloyd Banks - Flight School lyrics

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