[Verse 1]

Nigga, yeah, fresh up off the plane

Real niggas embrace my music and bitches go insane

Even they kids throwin' up the gang

They don't bother pronouncin' my name

They just look at my chain

Boy how much you spent on it?

This ain't nothin' but hard work

and what you can get from it

Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the shit

don't it?

Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin

'til we get sick stomached

And them suckas ain't gotta like it

'cause ya bitch love it

Ima roll it

She gon' light it

Tell me she in desperate need

of a pilot

I told her kick her feet up

We gon' go to my crib

soon as I roll this weed up

Call some friends of yours

and we could all have a smoke out!

You ain't gotta hold it too long

This is rapper weed

Couple hits is all you gon' need

In my Versace frames, I'm blazed!

Somewhere on the island

Smokin' some ray, middle of the day,

drunk dialin'

Be surprised by how high a nigga get

I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same shit

Nigga!



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I won't land

won't land, won't land [x5]



[Verse 2]

No need to apologize

You should know how fly niggas do

Only EZ-Widers

Been done with them cigarillos fool

I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews

Heard I left a major deal

but my paper major still

And all of them fans in love with me

'cause I say what's real

So I can never give a fuck!

how a hater feel

But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will

I call her doin' my talkin' on the field

At first niggas was tough,

they don't wanna be gangstas now

Faces of my flow,

yeah they copy and paste my style

Wouldn't think I notice it

While in my hotel, smokin wit yo bitch

Fool! Haha

And this is it, what!

Relax your feet, put on some music

Roll a zip up

And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone

Ever see me cough?

Can't speak for suckas who do

Because I'm G'd up! What!

Haha! Ah!



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