[Introduction]
[...] b****** like us cause they say we different... from all them other n***** say they just not with it..
...check mails now [...]
[1st verse]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl-house,
my homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl-house,
dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl-couch,
put a pillow over it, it was gone before she noticed it,
just a glimpse into the daily happenens,
of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' s***,
in love with tha rap hustle, I never turned my back on it,
I run after money that's why them b****** run after me,
wack rappers on a dope beat simple battery,
Hot Spitta on any beat that's a fatality,
vicious how you do it, I don't know if this comes naturately,
spitta spicola zigzag rollin' with my Cali homies,
my patience for middlemen has run out,
take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code[??] on Punch Out,
I'm really on my grind, you just lookin' for a ride,
like you standin' on the side of the road with your thumb out.
[Chorus] x2
Spitta is chillin', the planes in the buildin',
the b****** like us cause they say we different,
from all them other n***** say they just not with it,
smoke 'n make music, I'm a modern day hippie.
[2nd Verse]
Still on my New Orleans s***, asthmatic,
Spitta keep a bag 'n ... some..[??help],
I'm as vicious as it get, this is rap with rave beats,
I got a fetish for Chevis created in the 80s,
'n you say you ridin' old schools too, you all mistaking,
that's a 190E, just a old a** Mercedes,
know a lotta n***** hate me cause my pockets gettin' caky,
these f*** boys can't see the paper that the plane see,
b**pin' Paper Planes by M.I.A., I'm partyin' in M.I.A.,
my b****** lookin' for me say I'm M.I.A.,
they tryna spy on me like the CIA,
call cheaters[?] on me, I just pay[?] army, the [...?] on the way.
[Chorus] x2
Spitta is chillin', the planes in the buildin',
the b****** like us cause they say we different,
from all them other n***** say they just not with it,
smoke 'n make music, I'm a modern day hippie.
[...] b****** like us cause they say we different... from all them other n***** say they just not with it..
...check mails now [...]
[1st verse]
My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl-house,
my homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl-house,
dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl-couch,
put a pillow over it, it was gone before she noticed it,
just a glimpse into the daily happenens,
of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' s***,
in love with tha rap hustle, I never turned my back on it,
I run after money that's why them b****** run after me,
wack rappers on a dope beat simple battery,
Hot Spitta on any beat that's a fatality,
vicious how you do it, I don't know if this comes naturately,
spitta spicola zigzag rollin' with my Cali homies,
my patience for middlemen has run out,
take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code[??] on Punch Out,
I'm really on my grind, you just lookin' for a ride,
like you standin' on the side of the road with your thumb out.
[Chorus] x2
Spitta is chillin', the planes in the buildin',
the b****** like us cause they say we different,
from all them other n***** say they just not with it,
smoke 'n make music, I'm a modern day hippie.
[2nd Verse]
Still on my New Orleans s***, asthmatic,
Spitta keep a bag 'n ... some..[??help],
I'm as vicious as it get, this is rap with rave beats,
I got a fetish for Chevis created in the 80s,
'n you say you ridin' old schools too, you all mistaking,
that's a 190E, just a old a** Mercedes,
know a lotta n***** hate me cause my pockets gettin' caky,
these f*** boys can't see the paper that the plane see,
b**pin' Paper Planes by M.I.A., I'm partyin' in M.I.A.,
my b****** lookin' for me say I'm M.I.A.,
they tryna spy on me like the CIA,
call cheaters[?] on me, I just pay[?] army, the [...?] on the way.
[Chorus] x2
Spitta is chillin', the planes in the buildin',
the b****** like us cause they say we different,
from all them other n***** say they just not with it,
smoke 'n make music, I'm a modern day hippie.