Commercial Flights

[Intro: Mic Anthony}
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
End that shit. End that tape. End it on some super cool shit. It’s them Clique
boys. Them make hit boys, dope since 07
I see you living it up baby
This life is never enough for me
You could be sippin' a cup baby
Or even lighting a blunt for me
But I’m just saying what’s up baby
You know this music’s a crutch for me
That’s why I’m saying what’s up baby
And you ain’t gettin' no love from em… I gotta go
I said I need myself a dime like 5 times 2
Let me ride by you, with a high rise view
If you think I’m slowing down, well I’m not that dude
I’ma stay on my grind, so you got that? (Cool)
I’m a psycho, painting the picture that’s in my life though
Wrongs turn to rights though, shine like a light pole
They wanna frame a nigga, I just hope you get the right pose
Why these niggas knocking us? Your girl on my stick like a hockey puck
Try to copy us and get homied up
Kill any rapper, you can call this the morgue flow
You’re stand in, they clap for a nigga like award shows
Style, can’t afford those
You understand me clown?
I’m too original, your whole style hand me down
Same guy, still whip a grey Nissan
Hold the lil uzi vert, leave your guts neon
I see you living it up baby
This life is never enough for me
You could be sippin' a cup baby
Or even lighting a blunt for me
But I’m just saying what’s up baby
You know this music’s a crutch for me
That’s why I’m saying what’s up baby
And you ain’t gettin' no love from em… I gotta go
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Eff a showcase, won’t see me stressing to pay
Festivals and big tour’s where they send me to play
I ain’t home alone but you can call me Kevin today
Cause brother I got a buzz like Devin Ratray
Used to make moves cooped up in the Alantra
Now it’s mad flights all thanks to my entendre
With a nice chick, type thick, named Lashonda
Out in Ghana, mob style, wine and lasagna
Lampin', massages on the hands and the feet
Neck full of stones and I brought sand to the beach
The benefits of life when we’re all in agreement
You can have attention, I’d rather get achievements
Rule number 1, only move when convenient
Killing it for so long my nickname’s bereavement
Vision 20/20 with hindsight
So we all gonna see the limelight
I see you living it up baby
This life is never enough for me
You could be sippin' a cup baby
Or even lighting a blunt for me
But I’m just saying what’s up baby
You know this music’s a crutch for me
That’s why I’m saying what’s up baby
And you ain’t gettin' no love from em… I gotta go
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)
Ooooooohooo
(I gotta go)