[x2] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one
mental suicide, Kamakazie got the plug on this game, so we on the plane Friday finally, its a motherfuckin hit clicks fists of four-fifths, Steady Mobb in this
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of this sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter planes and find that train ticket we
n slidin' with my fuckin' enemy Now it's the time to leave the plan of the dot Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bop Paper this ass
(feat. Starr) Yeah (yeah..) Yo this goes out (this goes out..) To all the ghettos around the world (all the ghettos around the world..) If you strugglin
Johnny Richter's playin' games, High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup ?? cannabis, You know it got me so lit I forgot what song is this,
to lenge me A young person who feels like I been on earth for a century I was questioned in my work before the birth of this entry I walk on cursed crucifix
[Eligh] No diamonds would be bought by this man If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot Would I rot in hell or prosper Cottontail the offer Or just
you put that border up 'cause we overpopulated? It looks like we takin' it back to segregated 'Cause you won't ever see a White border in this century
job, boy that ain't your job to do If you plan on yankin' Playa, Playa plan on yankin' you Most unlawful entry of the century that you ever seen Don't attack my dollars you will holla as this
money America's five centuries deep in cotton money You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper
illusion And plus live it out on spite Yo the block is draining and scary A nigga might die out here Or be in some jail law library Unlawful entry a century
' have to imagine Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin' at those Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like
Johnny Richter's playin' games, High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup ??? cannabis, You know it got me so lit I forgot what song is this,
gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge like
see it this way I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA No doubt, I am with a 'piece down in Mecca All crazy to the lady, none of this is make believe
