Yo, yo, get ready man
Plane about to take off
Get your bags ready, nigga
Fly shit, sky shit

Nigga light up a cigar, know what I'm sayin'
Know what I mean
Go some fly shit, nigga
The boss is back if you're not a genuine rapper

Yeah, you need the phone back
I'm in the sins of Peru, bustin' shots like Peleliu
Fuck one of Keno's bartenders
Yeah, then I take care of the chubby burgers

I reload the fifth and put you on the lift
On your way to hell, weed is my favorite smell
Pack up the rhymes for retail
Fake cops work a lot of OT on bullshit detail

Tell Hillary, yeah, to take a fuckin' email
We got shit to sell
I take 50s to the face, dollar sign, that's what I change
If I gotta commit a crime, I cover my face

My path to this glory is holy, but I'm not made
Visas to the West Indies, yeah, I'm one of the Genovese
These weak rappers just startin' to see light, Steve
I'm used to integrity, so pull up with the long sleeve

The flow is sick, and I hope that you don't sneeze
Fuck a 360 deal, yeah
If you signin' me, I need three meals
Plus, if I'm chasin' your chicks, I need three pills

I want stones and links and diamonds that give you the blicks
This is Gorbachev on the mic
On Fave Five, I get whatever I like
And my sneakers just startin' to look like Spice

My father was a drug dealer, more over my ass
Can't take pictures without the filter
I guess that's why I let them