Yeah
Jets, fool
Pilot Talk, nigga
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain't never gon run outta weed
Yeah, look up
Hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that's what I'm talkin' bout
Ugh, closed-minded lil' children
I write my way to a million, lookin' out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin' in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin' the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive lineman homie who gon' block em
Tearing through the city, snatchin' bitches
Top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8, going ape for the cake, nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Yeah, came up, put it down for my set what I did
Jets, nigga!
Founder of a flyer society
Raising the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishing for a position on either side of me
Hopin' for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
The view from my rocking chair, you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans
Left the key to the city with my brother
Now I'm comin back for it
Tearing through the city, snatchin' bitches
Top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
25-8, going ape for the cake, nigga
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me
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