This plane
Yeah it's young Khalifa ManMr. SpacelyEveryone call me manTaylor Gang or dieAnd this project is brought to you byChampagneAnd paper planes tooYeahRostrum Records in this bitchTaylor Gang, Heavy HustleDeal or No DealYeah, bitchYou knowI'mScreaming fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliatedSpeculating me landing, must have got me mistaken with lame niggasKnow you gone get high as fuck as long as the planes with youLeft that major situation alone and became richerPeople talking down but see me I'm the same niggaLeave your bitch around we gone drink the champagne with herWe don't touch the ground, see a cloud with my name itOnly ez-widers, please no cigars for me and my gangFool, I'm a legend in these streets 'cause how I do my thangAnd don't wear the fitted, I got the city on my chainOh man, still they hate and talk smack, knowing if I was goneThere'd be no throne to throw your rocks atCruise at maximum altitudes I'm tryna top thatSo in touch with the real them suckas tryna stop thatBut I, live or let die, party get highAnd tell them lames to deplane or let flyDon't know what they hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paperWell, maybe they'll love me more when I'm goneI don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame(Shame, shame)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this planeI try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need toStuck alone in this wave raceSay I'm living too fast, don't plan on changing my paceGot one foot on the gas, there's never a need for brakesSmoke ez-wider's with hash, fuck bitches from out of stateValet bringing my cars, a waiter to bring me platesShrimp and fillet Mignon, we celebrate buying drinksWith a couple of broads, my nigga's and who got love for meIt's lonely at the top, I'm tired of having companyUh, so while you busy trying to fit in, I'mma stand outAnd view my life through this lens to see how it pans outSubstitute teacher ass niggas, need a handoutMiddle finger screaming fuck them niggas who hated, I'm money affiliatedPop another bottle, that chronic smoke integratedSpeculating me landing must've got me mistakenI'm speaking as the captain of the planeYou'se a runner on the jet wayDon't know what they hatin' for, I'm just gettin' my paperWell, maybe they'll love me more when I'm goneI don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame(Shame, shame)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this plane (plane, plane)They gon' miss this planeI try to believe you, I don't wanna leave but I need to