F117 (Instrumental)

Mothership
Guilt Trip
Single seat fighter with a bad bitch
It's a habit
She savage
The F117 active

Fly as a test pilot with number nine
Wild west aesthetic ride or die
No big iron I'm carbon fiber
Like flamethrower to your little lighter
And that's laser guided
Keep you in my sights
Find me on a red eye flight
Boarding pass
Check your bags
Don't be last
Find out what you like tonight

I'm the pilot
Like I don't want to crash anymore
Staying cloud level like a flash in a storm
Fly all night and get back to the dorm
Then I bash in the door with a rap to record
Like I had to be Gor
I'm not something you can find in the store
Designed the one of one
Undercover in the desert sun
Area 51, in '81
I'm gone

Mothership
Guilt Trip
Single seat fighter with a bad bitch
It's a habit
She savage
The F117 active

I am the pilot
I keep my cool in a crisis
Check the address on my license
If you don't like it
Don't mind it
I turn a man to an object like midas
With no signs of violence
Crouching tiger, dragon find where you hiding
Radar guided system blind, cross enemy lines
Fight style like ASL these hands silent

Woah what? (What?)

Felt like the last one ain't fast enough
So sick that I'm hacking up like I'm undead Last of us
Check the asterisk, stay above average
I am back in this, I ain't had enough
Rap is a black art
And there's no telling this melanin level ain't black enough

Every day another fashion show
Save the dough so it goes to clothes
Walk in slow and I make them know
Making music tryna to scare the -mm
Came a long way from osaka smoke
Producer tag says impossible
Bathed in the radioactive glow
There's no place to go
This pyroclastic flow

Mothership
Guilt Trip
Single seat fighter with a bad bitch
It's a habit
She savage
The F117 active