Flight

Ay yo I ge-

Nah nah nah that ain't it

Hol' up

There gotta be a sure set of fire bars that can get me in

Or a hard beat that make the squad and em heads spin

I ain't looking for a Grammy per se, but I won't pretend

Like I won't freak the fuck out celebrating the big win

With my boy out in Sweden, oh wait I mean Scotland

I don't know, European place I don't visit often

I need something I can read him and he'll tell me that it's hot man

Um... Lemme think

I'm Josh Allen when I'm rolling out, they pee in they britches

On the field I'm throwing dimes like I'm just heaving these bitches

I'm surgical with the swag, watch how I leave em in stitches

When I'm napping the only time I'm relieving the snitches

Of they day job, dignity I may rob

It's okay y'all probably plain as a gray blob

At yo bae I nod and she say what a great bod

Ima take a swing & throw it deep like I'm A-Rod

Say whaaa

Money over everything, get it how you live-

Nah kill the hook

I'm just brainstorming, look at how I got the haters shook

You see they veins forming, just a lil stunt is all it took

This just a faint warning, I can leave you feeble in a nook

Look I don't need a cosign

Ima take what I can make out of a dope rhyme

Keep them kicks & claps slappin til they blow ya mind

Walk up in the bank, the teller tell me yo it's go time

I'll be almighty like I'm Jim Carrey

Read the signs, I'm exclusive like a vintage sherry

You illiterate bitches go get a dictionary

I run the game-