welcome to the winners circle tryna get this loot anyway uh you know i m a factor i can catch stunts on a john deere tractor you dorks are just a source for laughter spitta speed past ya old school cruising like ray cash i m bumping my music caught up in anita baker s rapture my mixtapes bump in alaska not only out rap ya i outclass ya sitting in my living room high listening to jamiroquai i m just an ordinary guy but i dress extraordinarily fly these niggas puss look in their eyes they re scared and we all know why cause the presence of truth will expose a lie run forest but you can t hide fs jets stay fly cause we gotta be got our hands in everything from fashion to property fly society gettin paper like monopoly my whole clique coppin shit like we hit the lottery roll so many trees they swear to god we growing broccoli chain kinda heavy so it swing a little awkwardly frozen water watch ice like hockey teams boutique jeans a pair of aqua green ice creams skywalker like a modern day socrates flow go harder than the spartans at thermopylae game so it s like the ocean s on top of me planes taking off fly with us follow me big vacation at forty thousand feet if you can t make it just look towards the sky for me street wiz and roddy will be gliding on the side of me with spitta in the pilot seat we out of here obviously the 650 s straight but it don t have enough space for me a hundred grand ain t cake to me risk my own life they ain t kick pushed skate for me tired of she gon pray for me and a model bitch cool but no way for me love money and pussy the pen was no place for me for many years a shoe box played a safe for me kept a high price lower the case for me i always dreams that god open them gates for me they ain t boss up and ride on the interstate for me and now it s no days off and no breaks for me smooth as i wanna be baby ain t no trace on me and that s a smooth buck sixty like eight twenties how i get addicted to polos and bape hoodies bitch niggas can t relate to me and that s money in the bank to me  yeah land of the fly why ask why how them fs jets tend to stay so fresh to death with it the cash on deck when i master the success i add on digits see me on a lyrical incline i burn a hole through the notebook how i m writing to get mine that s two hustles wrapped up in one i doubled it up to triple the fund yeah riddle the grind the heat of the sun the hottest degrees yeah i m on a seasonal run coast to coast the high life floats my boat i fly with the golden rope jet glide through the sky with a massive glow shine brighter than the stars all across the globe it sj fs