piers to have me take part in this mission. I humbly accept this opportunity to be a pilot in the project known as "Flight One". I have trained for
I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit I be on some all night flight, no sleep shit me
your fly Benz the wide skinny lips She takes my flight she holds my weight While the po-po staked out from state to state It aint nuttin to a baller baby
flight Don't get'cha head chopped Fuckin with them five stripes Eagle land it went south Now we got the cake Paper plate money Every time I hitch a state
People we done lost control Let's make heaven tonite Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs May my arteries and heart oscillate as one If police
take a hit of my Bob Marley spliff and cough [Rock] In-tro-ducin, my B-double-Oooooo [Starang] Worldwide, niggas better act like they know, one time [
free, I think theyd try a tax to breathe, Its like we fight to remind us that we bleed, I take flight in the night from lack of sleep, Cause peace of
out break me, shake me, mold me I would rather die like Christ that live unholy (Verse1) 1 - 1 - 6 a band of misfits who get sick at the state
of the big tat, king of the big stat, what am I, the king of the wist (No King of the Bitches), fuck you, I know you sleep wit 3 teddy bears Lil' Ed
s when I saw a bad bitch ridin right behind me And I slowed down so she can be beside me Like beep beep Shawty you sweet shawty Best pullover in me shawty Gas station
[scratch repeats - Del: "Thousand and one stupid things to do"] [Verse One] I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing Just Peril's
[Slimkid 3] I sleep wit one eye open, that's my third, that's my word Gave it one try hoping to fly the whole bird Turbulence occurred Cause shit was
nobody came back from the afterlife Life and death is the fate of the streets Take it day by day, pray before I eat, pray before I sleep One life to
excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight
cash hoes in one of the chosen few now how the fuck I'm supposed to see when all the lights go out and how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep when all the
severe body odor And the little kid in back of me Kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight
dumber statements I'm on a whole nother level Roof terrace, you the basement Couldn't gain possession Them haters couldn't take it Can't see me unless you sleeping
