30,000 ft

(Run it up, Beezee)

(AT)

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home

We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road

And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold

Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes

See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again

Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin

Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions

And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon

On or around me

Wake up, uh

Oh, these niggas need to wake up, mm-mm

See, I've been tryin' to get my cake up in the mornin' while they yawnin'

'Til the bank account is straight up, mm-mm-mm

See, I've been doin' most of this shit here just by myself

I could put like twenty of these bitches here on a shelf

I've been goin' harder than like anybody else

Ain't nobody harder in the west or in the south, I'm tryna tell you

I've been rollin' 'round the streets with all my shooters' paraphernalia

I've been really paper chasin' 'round the world like I was mailin'

I've been goin' through this pain, see, all alone, nobody care

See, conversations on my own, all alone, nobody there

See, I say Twin in every song, if you was deaf, you still'll hear it

I put Twin all on my charm, you get a shirt for their appearance

Bentley Bentayga, I'm chillin' on the road to the millions

See, my villain leave you thirty thousand feet up, boy, I tell you

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home

We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road

And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold

Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes

See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again

Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin

Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions

And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon

On or around me

Gotta keep these Glocks all around me

These opps tryna drown me

These opps tryna drown me

But I heard they don't have enough paper for the bounty

So, at this point, it's only bitches tryna hound me

If niggas try to surround, I'm seein' red

One inside the head

Only thing I'm fearin' is Allah and all these feds

Diamonds, Amiri, VVS's up on my neck

I'm in it for cheques

They in it to flex, I tell you

See, thirty thousand feet up and I ain't goin' home

We came from testin' these pistols out on a open road

And now it's lookin' like ice cream that was dipped in gold

Now I need plenty different phones for all these different hoes

See, I've been makin' my way through these streets again

Hate to say it, but I pray these niggas decease, on Twin

Gotta play strategic 'cause this lifestyle full of misconceptions

And I would never play the streets without this loaded weapon

On or around me

Charlie B

NorthsideBenji