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Wanna know what’s up, I say I’m doing well
Wanna keep in touch but I don’t even know your name
Wanna checkmate me, but I do a scholar’s mate
Want in my cockpit but ain’t got PPL
Spend those mama’s papers, floss with something you don’t have
You so busy but you throw a party this weekend
Yeah, you all so special that you look the same
Got no hang ups, so my longines is just 38″
I hear you sayin' you be jumping higher than I can
Yeah, you’re right ‘cause I don’t do no jumping on a plane
172 Skyhawk, birds they want me back
No, this ain’t no dreams, call it a flight plan
Hustling all night, but still doing it fancy
Jump in for a ride, but this game I cannot abandon
Up from dawn till dusk, I don’t mind showing no mercy
Was social distancing before it became a mainstream
Looking back I’d say I was sleeping
People ‘round me — they was snitches
If I take a leave, then it’s English
If we don’t talk — there’s a reason
If they bitch about — I don’t hear it
Strong ties over weak and they feel it
Only have one girl and she’s decent
Don’t have no time for —