30,000 Ft
(Run it up, Beezee)
(AT)
See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home
We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road
And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me
Wake up, uh
Oh, these niggas need to wake up, mm-mm
See, I've been tryin' to get my cake up in the mornin' while they yawnin'
'Til the bank account is straight up, mm-mm-mm
See, I've been doin' most of this shit here just by myself
I could put like twenty of these bitches here on a shelf
I've been goin' harder than like anybody else
Ain't nobody harder in the west or in the south, I'm tryna tell you
I've been rollin' 'round the streets with all my shooters' paraphernalia
I've been really paper chasin' 'round the world like I was mailin'
I've been goin' through this pain, see, all alone, nobody care
See, conversations on my own, all alone, nobody there
See, I say Twin in every song, if you was deaf, you still'll hear it
I put Twin all on my charm, you get a shirt for their appearance
Bentley Bentayga, I'm chillin' on the road to the millions
See, my villain leave you thirty thousand feet up, boy, I tell you
See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home
We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road
And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me
Gotta keep these Glocks all around me
These opps tryna drown me
These opps tryna drown me
But I heard they don't have enough paper for the bounty
So, at this point, it's only bitches tryna hound me
If niggas try to surround, I'm seein' red
One inside the head
Only thing I'm fearin' is Allah and all these feds
Diamonds, Amiri, VVS's up on my neck
I'm in it for cheques
They in it to flex, I tell you
See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home
We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road
And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold
Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes
See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again
Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin
Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions
And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me
Charlie B
NorthsideBenji
