Rich Flyt and Pvris Chola - AIRPLANE MODE

Makes you think
Makes you think about the people in your life
And I think of Neil
And if he was sitting there right now, what would he say to me

He'd say, John, what's it about
What's it
What's life about
It's luxury flights

You don't go to what is a man's man
But the champagne's cold
Flight
And we toast to all our goals

Yeah
That's a fact, though
Raise your glasses
Let's toast

AK-47s is the only thing that hold us down
Riding with my nigga, we just picked the racks from Trenchtown
My pops told me double up
Get that bread and put it up

Everything we do is us
Kings round the table, everybody fucking Ian, bruh
Owners in this bitch
I ain't motherfucking Lisa Nunn

I ain't fucking the real deal
I ain't motherfucking Lisa Nunn
Better live for some or you gonna die for none
They gonna treat you like a bitch

If you ain't got no money, they say life's a bitch
But I'm still gonna keep on fucking her
Running up them digits
Yeah, I'm still gonna keep on running, bruh

Time is of the essence
I just keep on counting blessings
I got millions on my schedule
Couple goals going federal

Them niggas was dedicated
Now the niggas segregated
Hologas is medicated
All my diamonds segregated

All my G's is elevated
When it's beef, no hesitation
Catch me while I'm meditating
LUX the legislation

I'm a G, I'm never hating
Yeah
I'm so fly, I'm levitating
I'm never waiting

Shitting on these niggas that said that we never make it
I told my niggas put in the time
Time won't forsake us
The grind is what's gonna make us

Look in our eyes
You see the sign of a great one
Stomp like Aiders
The way shit's designed

My niggas rhyme for these haters
We make hit records
They'll rewind when they play us
Shit, these niggas could never play us

Rest your case
Keep your faith
Little niggas
Dodge that pain

Catch me
I'm still gonna praise the book
Who catching up to whom
That's life, the simple shit

You tired, bitch
You break the rules
And this whole goddamn thing of ours
Cracks and bubbles

You never break the rules
Doof
Doof
Doof

Doof
Doof
Doof
Doof

Doof
Doof
Doof
Let's take that

Wipe your face, John
You're sweating up a hundred dollar shit
And Carter says
You'll do some time

But he's gonna take care
Of your family
La familia
And the rules

That hold us together
La familia
And the rules
That hold us together

Written by:
ANTHONY NOMBRANA, JEFFREY PARRIS, RICHARD WARREN

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