Pilot Drip

Ayy yeah
Pilot of this jet
Imma finna win this race
Pilot of this jet
Imma finna win this race
Hold up
Ayy
Yeah
Pilot of this jet
Imma finna win this race
Smoke a backwoods
To the face
Take a trip to mars and
I'm In first place
Top of the list
Made it from the bottom
Now I'm in the chase
Punch em with my fist
Dealing with a lotta
Problems
Lotta people that are fake
Ayy
Don't givva fuck
What people really think
I got too much on my plate
I'm eating up good steak
Always making mistakes
I got too much in the bank Always gotta work
I got no problems to make
Always making money Yeah I never got time
To be fake
Pilot of this jet
Imma finna win this race
Driving in the coupe
Imma be first place
Taking these drugs
Till I making mistakes
Imma have to say
This time i can't relate
Ayy
Stress inside
Never feeling the same
Stress inside
Never feeling my hate
I got hate inside my mind
So dark it's going to break
Read my mind and
You'll take time
To not be affraid
Always affraid of these
Demons playing games With the devil
Tryna put me inside of a Grave with a shovel
Oh no I'm afraid don't Know where to go
Imma have to save it
For another day
Huh ok
I got no more time
To relate
Times so fast never got Time for a break
Looking at me always Making mistakes
Don't be like me or you Gonna be in the gang
Huh ok
Gang gang



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Nelson-chapman
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