Automatic Pilot

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, you are very welcome to Royal J Flight In the event of emergency, floor pathway lighting will illuminate exits As the cabin crew are now demonstrating In the seat pocket in front of you, you will find the flight safety card Which we now ask you to read before take-off Thank you for your attention and we wish you all a pleasant flight Uh, I put so much work in this game, few thousand days to catch me Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and jet ski They raised me better, look around, grown men behavin' messy Me Venice's, De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, nigga My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty Respect me, so far ahead, I still be past you if I leave a century Your demons sent me, Benz or Bimmer Bentley I got a C-Note USB, and the machine is full of key notes, test me Long as my niggas from the curbs support me I'm straight, 'cause swerving's costly, I pin these sixteen's up in purgatory That punch title does a disservice for me I'm more than words, that's gordy, here for a reason, that's what the surgeon told me My younger mackin' got the birds to stalk me Frequently replicated, my triumph made my other versions salty Cue the Milwaukee and suburban saucy On my return, I'm poppin' all the shit, fuckin' with blue, you lost me nigga We ain't cut from the normal fabric Through all the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic They made new sheets for all the static Gettin' the spot is all that mattered Don't give a f*ck who had it My presence got the hoes ecstatic My haters got a trollin' habit With signs of panic, you know it's tragic We ain't cut from the normal fabric (huh?) Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (uh), pilot automatic Yo, every package lost be a backpack, we sent it back across (uh-huh) Platinum cross, eat in Rao's, like I'm an actin' boss (yes) Rappers grab a force, niggas outtin' the pass the torch (I know) That's the sport, food for thought, they wouldn't pass a fort (at all) Harlem icon, Dhaslam mixed with Dylan (tell 'em) I spit fire and make coke stretch with my right arm (uh-huh) So fast, pitchin' 8-balls, should be watered to cyan (uh-huh) Pelicans get they fly on (uh-huh), definite like they Zion (ha) You players stop, put money on you like player props Silence a potato pop, turn this shit into tater tots (uh) Tryna shake the block, played the block 'til 'round eight o'clock (uh-huh) See the ones I gave the rock to, well who I paid to watch? Be the lookouts, council meet at the cookout Let's get drunk and discuss all the bad bitches we shook out Chicks the last we took out (ha), candyman the hookout Niggas ain't hot-hot, just another fire to put out, nigga We ain't cut from the normal fabric Through all the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic They made new sheets for all the static Gettin' the spot is all that mattered Don't give a f*ck who had it My presence got the hoes ecstatic My haters got a trollin' habit With signs of panic, you know it's tragic (panic) We ain't cut from the normal fabric (not us) Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (careful), pilot automatic Took out my watch, nice These niggas play security, they top flight (uh) Craig and Day Day, I kick it like Pelé, got your mom tight (right) The time right, some powder in the sky like I'm LeBron knight (what) Stack that paper 'til it look down on you, like LeBron height (huh) Black leather jacket, Fonz's type, this is a don's life (don) Chocolate outsides, leather seats white, look like a Klondike (bing) This cuban look like shattered glass, remind me of a barfight Project bitch that answered the phone and know how to talk white (ha) I caught flights, on the line with Gervonta, we talk fights I done ran the spots, so it's nothin' for me to walk light (light) Street fight like vega, sega, I begged my moms for (my mama) Now I cop Bottega, played Vegas, seen shit that Pac saw (Pac) I look important, rick owens on me, we on the top floor (you seen me) Slimin' banks, I'm smokin' this popper, listenin' to Shabbah Ranks Gallery Department, got me lookin' like I probably paint (paint) I used to hop the train, now a Celine umbrella block the rain (uh), pop The guy in Queens, multiple personality dream team The thousand dollar jean fiend, you cut me now, I bleed green I made my comeback in the muds, done made it out and squeak clean I'm lucky to live so long, we learned about the struggle pre-teen When I come on, the streets scream, a New York City jeep scene Two-hunnid thousand seat lean, a pound of loud I keep steam I get the rollout when shoppin', a twenty in receipt king Call me at all but disloyal, a champion's speed ring Call the photographers, I make it rain with my deposit wrist I'm on the populace, turned all my losses to positives All my heat calls are anonymous, what are the odds of this I'm goin' be showin' up regardless, make all of 'em hostages I hoarder body count collages in my closets You catch me sleep, you see dollar signs through my eyelids I've been around the world nice, check out my mileage Without a stylist, merchandise for my pilots, nigga