Fly 30 000 feet
15 000 people talking 30 000 feet
If you are not my people you don't get no mouth to speak
You are not my equal you not even ounce of me now you can hit this
The flow 30 000 feet
I tweak each base bout like 20 times a week
Your weak cliches is gon' get you obsolete
I'm twin DJ's you was very minor league
Ah yes
This is music that we raising our sons to
I did things that I hope a good song would undo
Grass ain't greener concrete's the jungle
Straight out Pitori triple step lemapantsula
Money never made itself so what you sitting for
Are you a slave and a master's son like chicken George
Get in to cock fights pause that get ignored
All black but trying me out won't get you points
Hao lwana o lwane,
Hao tshetsha o tshetshe but kmele siyqede I am thee best
Rap gymnastics being dope is a reflex
Team full of rejects your big mouth your weakness
Skare depresser where this beef at orebitse
Flow dope barely getting feet wet
Stressed out so you getting drunk on a weekend
Sunday then you go whine to the Deacon
Fly 30 000 feet
15 000 people talking 30 000 feet
If you are not my people you don't get no mouth to speak
You are not my equal you not even ounce of me now you can hit this
The flow 30 000 feet
I tweak each base bout like 20 times a week
Your weak cliches is gon' get you obsolete
I'm twin DJ's you was very minor league
Shap grand mfethu bona
Yea we hear you but you kinda, your music is like a cure for Insomnia
Niggas be like oh shit
Guns go blam if you test fam
Leave that ring on you like a best man
Punch game Pacquiao
Niggas take that nine off have you feeling like Anthony Martial, Blao!
On some 30 000 feet shit
We on some 30 000 feet shit
Even though it takes two to tango
You getting high off some cheap shit
Like them niggas flight book with mango
Back up coz you see the blunt loud nigga
Crack up coz we see you fronting now nigga
You ain't never been hot though
You can find me with a chubby chick eating fried chicken at Muchacho
We roll up on that good paper and get high like a good neighbor
Fly 30 000 feet
15 000 people talking 30 000 feet
If you are not my people you don't get no mouth to speak
You are not my equal you not even ounce of me now you can hit this
The flow 30 000 feet
I tweak each base bout like 20 times a week
Your weak cliches is gon' get you obsolete
I'm twin DJ's you was very minor league
I spit fire like I sell drinks and raise hell
Riding like a G don't give a fuck about what niggas think
Make no mistake I was bred for this
Steady hustling I'm busy stacking bread for this
Let us in sick sandwich you can bread for this
Great commodity us niggas fed from this wow
That's a triple entendre
I'm not till you play with us these ladies might might find Ya
I mean similes lyrically I'm sick enough
To give the sick hibby jibbies believe me
I spit 16's fat enough to sink ships with
This lips spread presidential like Richard Nixon
Don't play with me, I'm a lit fuse
This crown still cutting my dome I'm King Jew
That means I'm christ like on the mic I might before the bite fight
And you sound like
Fly 30 000 feet
15 000 people talking 30 000 feet
If you are not my people you don't get no mouth to speak
You are not my equal you not even ounce of me now you can hit this
The flow 30 000 feet
I tweak each base bout like 20 times a week
Your weak cliches is gon' get you obsolete
I'm twin DJ's you was very minor league, you was minor league bro
Now when you reach that 30, 000 plus you might wanna take a minute, revalue what you want
This mentality of high stakes raw bully
Steer with my rib eyes closed I'm no rookie
A year when I switch time zones what it should be
I'm near I could feel vibes close all spooky
Come here I could give side notes all tooly
Cavalier with the suits I comp with no Gucci
Gotta show you routine in case you question what it takes
You malleable you think dreams is something you passively chase
I'm Animal it's gon' take a team to be visible escape
No ramble not even a slither with these snakes with the shakes
I can go on hiatus I can save with the pace
I might need a disclaimer I motherfuck you to hate
I'm 'bout jump to the closet final cough of the
Woken action of the spoken clearly dreams is in motions