Yeah yeah. Yuh jets nigga now where haven't we been yet?. Bitches I taylor gang that. Yuah. Yuaah. How fly uh?. The backseat is for newborns. Homie I'm grown. I'll hop in front. And drive this bitch on my own. Out the driveway. Windows half raised. Bumpin' ma$e or some sade'. Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors. Like them houston players. Got the two door caprice. Black and red like a sega genesis. Password first pimpin'. Or you can't get into this hangar. Access denied you can't fly. You a lame spiderman. Tangled in a web of lies. Global travel red eyes. Plan plots strategize. Doube xl now I'm after. The source and the vibe. Only magazines yet to recognize. In 2009. Nigga worth it he deserve it. He ain't perfect but he workin'. On that second album. Dropped the first one. With amalgam. Digital dollars afford flights. Where the massages will be provided. By my down ass exotic dancing italian goddess. The planes got it. That's why she's ridin' with the pilot. Find spitta smoked out in the same crowd. Where waldo was spotted. Orange rectangle boxes in my pockets. Niggas on a quest like jonny and hadji. Haha yeah. (Jet set now where haven't we been yet?). How fly?. The mix tape is officially done. This is it right here. Haha yeah uh. I'm back better than ever. Just weed crushers. Rollers and one and a half wide papers. Catch me and spitta smokin' up. You got trees nigga? Light it. I heard this is a weed friendly environment. Seen 'em at my shows. Front row gettin' excited. They all smoke and memorize my lines. Say I'm the tightest. Know bitches who rep the gang. Hard as niggas who do the same. And don't support the bullshit. They only do the planes. In every city we smokin' like a train. They heard I'm swingin' past. Now them bitches gettin' gas octane. Not a name to compare 'em to. I can skydive no parachute. With just a dope pair of shoes. Zig zags and hella tattoos. Put you in a mindstate. That this is my movie. Put you in it too. The bomb weed make it critical. Sit with the vampire in his interview