Lift Off

[Verse 1: Chuuwee] My barbershop rhyming Quest told him what's a goon to a grown man Tell Houston we've got a problem We have lift off so tell 'em that I don't want to land High as fuck I said it before I came to bring the pain hardcore You Aries Spears, I'm Aries the god of war Better be Gэs in my palm when I perform Keep calm under pressure if you don't give us alarm Then a bunch of killer bees going to swarm like a swat team Game cold I heard just like a iceberg Niggas try me I turn 'em Rodney, hockey Get beat down, do you got me? Sock it to niggas like a bopper, boxer, Ali No nigga tops me, I place tips On whoever try to stop me, a net never caught me Get 'em drunk nigga, sloppy A nigga pop me then I'll be a new Pac, Veli, Maki Me and my team moving at mach speeds You twenty per hour and I's mach-3 Copy cats be trying to jock me and mock me Label booked my flight, yours was not free Oxycontin got me Yelling out ollie-ollie oxen free, she yell papi Yeah, yeah nigga who got beef? I bust raps like I chop trees I chop trees then re-up and re-cop seeds Green thumb then I take it back to the block streets And niggas lift off C-section niggas probably pissed off Better cut your bitch dog