Flight From Gauteng Lyrics

Nigga just re'd up, back pocketing the work

Round the same time that I was clocking in for work

Plus, we had the same ambitions us hopping in the vert

Sliding down I-20, see who topping in at first, yeah

Blowing INDO out the window

Plus, you know we out here hustling for the kin folks

Plus, I ain't writing shit down, it's like the pen broke

Plus, I been eyeing the Sean John trench coat

Why, It look good when you walking through the foyer

Ain't no way them label execs gon' be ignoring you

They'll try to clone you if they could get more of you

Niggas selling dreams and I'm still selling euphoria

Tell us we need shots if we go and visit Africa

Tell an African that shit, I bet they probably laughing at you

We visit the countries of the people that done captured us

But we don't visit countries of the skin colors that's matching us

Wife know, she get every dime that I get

Plus, she got the plan B to every crime I commit

And if them numbers ain't right, then I ain't signing for shit

They told me I need to drop with better timing, it's this

I see these rappers by this jewelry, I wonder how big Baguettes is

I see they watches, I wonder how much Pateks is

I can't even buy that right now, way too selective

I took a trip to South Africa, just to get the perspective

Sick of us in the US, I can't stomach the grief

Faith been leaning more towards the Islamic belief

Thinking about changing the last name into Sharif

Gave up the pork, start making chicken, now niggas still want to beef

Life throwing me challenges, I find a way to balance it

Still kicking ass like it's Jackie Chan chasing talisman

I'm in Wonderland, but I can't tell you where Alice is

Been smoking presidential, but ain't concerned with no ballots, bitch

I'm slow cruising, it's so soothing

If it ain't about money, it's no moving, I don't care what the ho's doing

Nah, Cause I'm sticking to the script I got on paper

I'll fuck a bitch, and get some pussy later

Been relying on nicotine, cause shit been getting hard for me

Mama like how, if your family struggle with heart disease

You can sit here, and quote all of that shit from Socrates

But you ain't got no urge to see your son play on no soccer team

Damn, that's a reality check, couldn't get from Mona Scott

Gotta listen to my mama, that's the only one I got

If she say I gotta kick the Newports, they gotta stop

Cause I ain't doing nothing but making my lungs rot