I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her
Thoughts of a young n****, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em
I'll prob'ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty b******, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin'
Section 80
Back in this b**** in the back of that b****
Wit' my back against the wall and yo' b**** on the edge of my d***
Jump off
I call a b**** a b****, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit' devils holdin' hands
From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, d***
Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin' for help, somebody
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****, losin' ain't an option
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin'
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)
24/7 n****, workin' his a** for it, she poppin' that a** for it
The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'im
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you n***** is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane
When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****, losin' ain't an option
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****...
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f*** her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor
Hol' up
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm askin' her
Thoughts of a young n****, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you dyin' to meet 'em
I'll prob'ly die in a minute
Just bury me with twenty b******, twenty million, and a Comptown fitted
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin'
Section 80
Back in this b**** in the back of that b****
Wit' my back against the wall and yo' b**** on the edge of my d***
Jump off
I call a b**** a b****, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily peddlin' with the speed of a lightnin' bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced
I live my twenties at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like eighty-seven
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit' devils holdin' hands
From the distance, don't know which one is a Christian, d***
Who can I trust in 2012? There's no one
Not even myself, a Gemini screamin' for help, somebody
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****, losin' ain't an option
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin'
(Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali)
24/7 n****, workin' his a** for it, she poppin' that a** for it
The King of Diamonds wit' diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'im
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you n***** is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane
When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****, losin' ain't an option
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big s*** poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, n****...
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f*** her in front of all of these passengers
They'll prob'ly think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor
Hol' up