Top Flight
I can take my time with you, I ain't tryna rush nothin
I'd be a fool if these niggas tryna bust somethin
Breakin' all these rules for my boo, I'm a demon, baby
I can see it in your eyes, you ain't been sleepin' lately
And I can try to run that mile, but I ain't bein' lazy
And I don't gotta do no walkin, pullin' up Mercedes
And we ain't sayin' nothin' federal I'm with the navys
And I ain't see you roll that joint, was you tryna lace me
And I be goin' down my own road, you tryna race me
I'm steady switchin' all my old flows, I'm not that basic
My uncle told me I could dream, but I just gotta chase it
I know you goin' through them problems, but you gotta face it
I know them niggas ain't gon' pick up when you make that call
I know them bitches ain't gon' help you when you make that fall
You steady losin' all your chances when you wait your turn
And how you ready for this life if you ain't tryna learn
I think they tappin' in my phone, I had to switch the sim
And I be thinkin' the impossible, shout out to Kim
That nigga say he wanna half, you know I had to skimp
You steady askin' for my plug, I get it for the low
And my face gated in these streets, that's only my price
I mix the wine with the Hennessy, oh, what a nice night
I mix the weed with my energy, I'm on the top flight
And I'm floatin' through the clouds, and you know that I ain't comin' down
I'd be a fool if these niggas tryna bust somethin
Breakin' all these rules for my boo, I'm a demon, baby
I can see it in your eyes, you ain't been sleepin' lately
And I can try to run that mile, but I ain't bein' lazy
And I don't gotta do no walkin, pullin' up Mercedes
And we ain't sayin' nothin' federal I'm with the navys
And I ain't see you roll that joint, was you tryna lace me
And I be goin' down my own road, you tryna race me
I'm steady switchin' all my old flows, I'm not that basic
My uncle told me I could dream, but I just gotta chase it
I know you goin' through them problems, but you gotta face it
I know them niggas ain't gon' pick up when you make that call
I know them bitches ain't gon' help you when you make that fall
You steady losin' all your chances when you wait your turn
And how you ready for this life if you ain't tryna learn
I think they tappin' in my phone, I had to switch the sim
And I be thinkin' the impossible, shout out to Kim
That nigga say he wanna half, you know I had to skimp
You steady askin' for my plug, I get it for the low
And my face gated in these streets, that's only my price
I mix the wine with the Hennessy, oh, what a nice night
I mix the weed with my energy, I'm on the top flight
And I'm floatin' through the clouds, and you know that I ain't comin' down
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Writer(s): Wesley Jacques
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