Blast off
 作词 : nineteeninety9
 作曲 : Metro Boomin/Southside/Frank Dukes/Cubeatz
Blast off , Hey !  blast off , Hey !
This beat is so hard bro.
What we doin man *2(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Let's get it , Okey
Finally got a piece of the profit
Wine and cheese and the seat by the cockpit
Eyein' me, for your bitch to be watching
Eyein' me, she kept eyeing me
Every day, we just making deep profits
Money long, I'm going into deep pockets
Hands is to the ceiling when I'm in the building
How you make a living? Hmm?
Lately never chilling, mind is on a million
Things I gotta do
Ladies on me with them no time for chilling
No time for you
L've been on a different type of time
I live unlike the rest, a different type of grind
I'm on South Beach like Tony montana
Feelin' like the whole world is mine
And I sit back let your mind run
No man knows when his time gon' come
Every action think about the outcome
Cause I never outrun no bullet from a gun
Don't ask Malcolm
Ask, "how come?"
Ask any real ni99a really 'bout some
When you in the field ni99a don't play dumb
Better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview
Know a couple ni99as in the ville who'd kill you
Run up with yo'hands on the wheel and air you out
Never give a fxxk , never hear you out
New's clip poppin' up about your whereabouts
You a'int really want the lawsuit don't go there
Got my middle fingers up in my' underwear
Fxxk the world on' some G shxt
With the waviest flow make ya sea sick
With the rhythm of the Lamborghini
She drown I'm tellin' her to get her friend
Withe girls and they love me for my melanin
Kiss me all over my brown skin
I got the soul of a black-king
It takes control when I'm rapping
Let the bitch unload like a mac-10
That's all I have
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Issa not gang rappers.real mc ture bars are on the show
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left off huh left off La Leakers left off
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These rap ni99as be acting up
Pop, man , shxt, can't back it up
Don't let me catch you lackin'
I pack you inside then mess' em up
Mark them days on the calendar
Don't you did that just challenged us
Y'all ni99as head [?]
Got heads bobin' way out in Africa
Radios be lacking dough
You can't front on talent so
Imma kill like every show , and any foe
And any flow
No flex when I be in the zone
No door watching when I come on
I check in in the microphone
Collect this check then I'm headed home
It a'int always been like this
Member we was broke as shit?
Saving L's til next week
My ashtray still got a roach in it
I hit it until my finger tips
Get burned at the filter tip
Fore I learned to take risks
I a'int even have a pot to piss in
Listen, I'm twisting the system
And missing the recognition
I see the future clearly
My premonitions is scary
Pray that they bury me with my soul
It's been heavenly sent
For the fathers and mothers of this art that we formin’
We call it hip-hop
Ni99a, guess you must have forget