Spaceships and Fighterjets (feat. Kalifornia Jones)

I said nyce send me a beat He emailed me a canvas And my paint brush is still brandished I see niggas losing hunger I'm still famished In 09 we dropped get you outta here And they still vanished My side chick is from Spain and speak real Spanish When you gone let me f*ck miss Parker The real Candace I'm faking it until I make it These ain't real antics Get hit from the front and the back A get killed sandwich One foot in One foot out And I'm Still balanced Back quarterback Like Dak Yea I'm still scrambling Bet against me? Boy you still gambling Mgm grand Top floor Bet if all Parlay On the top scorer If you ain't tryna hit What you shot for You say you wanna make it What you stop for Stop worrying about business that's not yours I'm here to f*ck the whole game up Make um drop drawers Been having drive so long until the brakes bled Then Take flight on a spaceship from Bankhead I play fetch the bag some canines like to play dead Doggie bags full of hush money to hush puppies street cred Alias dairrius so you know it's all love Jones That black dyno with the mags chrome Used to get more back n forth than Jenny Jones Sneaking getting overblown...til like a windy picnic my cover blown... Hoping curren$y notice his fighter jet missing Right here fitting the description Consistently so non resistant you could barely catch me slipping Never say never before niggas go out they way to make it a mission We the flyest I admit it So sick should be admitted We the flyest I admit it So sick should be admitted