Private Flights

In the nighttime I see figures I see silouhettes

In my future I see bitches I see private jets

I see blunts lit up like packs of cigarettes'

Me and brodie we just bought a yacht flew out to hit the deck

Flying in on a helicopter looking past the waves I see sharks

Infested waters where I stay cause that shit scare away the opps

I'm on the island crashed the plane lil hoe I live my days out Lost

And my pockets stuffed wit green you'd think a youngin growing moss

But a youngin going up

Like a fucking growth spurt