First Class Ticket ft. Blake Yall Lyrics

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In my mind right now I'm at the airport. About to take flight

Let's go. K

Yeah

How you live a full life chasing half a dream

I grew up pinning up posters out of magazines

Out the next room my momma yelling turn the beat down

Hated on 50 Cent until my first beat down

Just a skinny kid with awkward jokes

Life was Joe Frazer and I wasn't too good with my roperdope

They told me go for broke, rap and never hope to choke

While my mommas friends told her I needed the holy ghost

Preach

Word to the stars I was tryna reach

Especially 'cuz dreaming wasn't allowed on my kind of streets

While I dreamt of finer streaks and designer sneaks

Everybody tried to shoot me down every time I'd speak

Weed

Is what they said I was puffing on

While I dreamt of being around the world like the Puffy song

So I bred the craft to drop a verse that wicked

And prayed that it would grow into a first class ticket

You know you got it

First class ticket in my pocket

Feeling like you're on top

Top

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

That's the sound of a happy man

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

Deejays used to toss my demos out the window

Now they call me up just to get the track info

Welcome to the future

Hi nice to meet ya

I'm Mister No Less Than Three Hundred For A feature

Preacher

Rocked the pulpit with a freestyle

Daddy said bare feet are better than a cheap crown

So I try to see my close friends on the regular

And tell them I'm close as six digits on their cellular

Been through a hell of a life chasing heaven

This attempt at making this record makes eleven

So don't bother preaching about struggle, I peeped it out

To make it here life made sure I took the scenic route

And I ain't ask for it

But I made do

With doing homework under candle light just to make it through

Till I craft the art to drop a verse that's wicked

I never thought I'd ever see a first class ticket

You know you got it

First class ticket in your pocket

Feeling like you're on top

Top

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

That's the sound of a happy man

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

See these are the dreams of a teen

That would seem to be a fiend

For the game

As a reaches for a flame

That can thaw out his life

The Lord throws out a mic

And he grabs it

Fighting back at life cuz he's had it

So even in the present he be feeling away

His clothes wasn't fly enough for civilian day

He rose

From the ashes of a dream like a phoenix

Ever since Luchi dropped his record on Phoenix

Fiendish behaviour he evokes with rhymes

His thoughts sublime

So they quote his lines

Cuz in hopeless times

All he had was a pen

A replacement for not having his dad as a friend

Or a dime that was a ten cuz drunk girls saw him sober

Now after every show the pretty girls call him over

And he ain't even gotta let that side of him that's vein kick it

He just trying to cop a first class plane ticket

You know you got it

First class ticket in my pocket

Feeling like you're on top

Top

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

That's the sound of a happy man

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

You know you got it

First class ticket in my pocket

Feeling like you're on top

Top

Fresh as he is

You deserve it

That's the sound of a happy man

Fresh as he is

You deserve it