AIRPLANE MODE ft. Pvris Chola Lyrics

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

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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