Flight School

Lloyd Banks

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    High as I lift off, Mr. I'm so fly
    Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by
    Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my;
    Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma'
    You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha
    Don't I, flow like the shit that get the boat by
    We don't get along with these niggas and ya'll know why
    Just a bandana no scarf no bow tie
    D-boy college boy, no difference
    Out here the strays'll erase existence
    Lil niggas is taught to mind they business
    Meaning, only the pastor'll find the witness
    The lord'll work it out, spritual fitness, and this is
    The germ flow, lyrical sickness
    Limited intress, if u ain't talkin money scram
    A hundred grand bring death like the Son of Sam
    Blam, big kaboom out the fo' double
    You bleedin eternal it ain't a small puddle
    When you swag shoot to the roof the mall rush you
    The more miles to get to it the more hustle
    V twelve on roids, all muscle
    Had the hammer hand back in small shuffle
    I'm so Jupiter, I should build my own throne
    Can't grab ma swag ma swag out the o zone
    Every now and then I grab out the old phone
    Get a lil throwback dome in so and so's home
    I got it all sewn, feel like a New Jack
    Dress like a jacker, everything to the shoes black
    I got the new kite, wish I could send the news back
    My words go so far and they know how to use that
    Move back, my niggas in here, with a few straps
    And new lacs, pushin two hunred in twenty two stacks

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    Composición: Lloyd Banks

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