Flight Briefing

[Intro: Flight Attendant Talks] (Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.) Checks nigga, why haven't we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next (As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.) [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen More than you can see in seven lifetimes Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice Done a dotted line tightrope walk Where the suits want results they don't talk Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault No one to blame it was solely my fault No salt thrown, just boss game long Right now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it I'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong Met Rex jets, best shape ever Winner circle, you squares need to get it together Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate Bullshit convo five minutes invested Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us You know what way is up [Flight Attendant Talks] [Verse 2 : Young Roddy] Yeah As the world still turning My joint still burning I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it It's crazy, most people never learn it Preach! So, before they hear my sermon Here's my confession, I get dressed with my burner Sheesh! I know that ain't right But I know when shit's weak Try livin' on my tray first streets So, before I fall asleep With a certified freak Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats I'm cool Nice try, but you can't get that from me Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G I never try to be something I'm not I do me I find it better on my own two feet Roddy keep it unique and low key Jets Fool [Flight Attendant Talks] [Verse 3 : Trademark da Skydiver] Fresh Polo bucket All them niggas know I'm acting' out Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out I'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt Bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about Take em to the house Fuck em good, smoke em out Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route I'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch Bag to bag transactions then I'm over and out Dumb it down? Never that, you should know me buy now I'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come down Jet set, international we world renowned All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile [Flight Attendant Talks]