Lift Off

Drivin on the road tryna get it for i go I just go and get the game then i give it back to beau Swim against the current while you goin with the flow I be higher than the sky but i keep it on the low And lowkey i be thinkin bout the dough Thinkin how im finna get it how im finna make it grow Spit it so real you can feel it in your soul Used to eat canned food i was still gettin swole Tryna make it out shit that's really just the goal We was just three hustlas tryna go get paid in full Homie switched up now im stuntin wit this gold Boutta cop a new whip finna go and hit the road 30 Day run stack it up and bring it home Hand a band to my momma and another to my bro Flow so dope like i got it off the stove Flow so sick like it went and caught a cold From the hat to my mothafuckin toes You can tell i'm the illest out the rose See em lookin i should i prolly hit a pose Why they hatin shit nobody knows From the hat to my mothafuckin toes You can tell i'm the illest out the rose See em lookin i should i prolly hit a pose Why they hatin shit nobody knows Lift off, get guap got em hella pissed off Pit stop? hell nah ridin til my heart stop Burn off, skirt off drivin' in the drop top Get guap, quick cop keep it in my shoebox Way back i was stuntin in my reeboks Was a five dolla balla at the redbox In my city all you see is half dead knocks Always keep a gun just in case of gun shots Always f*ck a bad bitch in the store lot Always smokin jet fuel then we soar off Be them people who hate that be so soft When i talk to they bitch i be so suave When i smoke on this cookie i don't cough They be acting a lot and they improv When you down to yo last no they don't call Aint no love in these streets imma lift off From the hat to my mothafuckin toes You can tell i'm the illest out the rose See em lookin i should i prolly hit a pose Why they hatin shit nobody knows From the hat to my mothafuckin toes You can tell i'm the illest out the rose See em lookin i should i prolly hit a pose Why they hatin shit nobody knows