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flight – gta intro freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: flight]
too much money in his pockets, i just broke the scale
he asking about his b+tch, but i don’t kiss and tell
it don’t cost a dollar just for you to f+cking keep it real
she ain’t go to college but her head said she went to yale
what you bringing to the table other then the bare minimum?
shorty come [?] baggage, i’m talking about ten of them
ja morant, it’s me how i’m balling just in general
main account inside [?] looking identicals
walking out the jeweler like serena with this tennis chain
diamonds busting out the meter, this is not a game
50k bust down, this is not the same
real vvs’ dancing keep you entertained
balling like new orleans, but this b+tch ain’t the same
i’m competing with the bank, [?] another range
my neck like a yacht, [?] finna walk the plank
i’m competing with the bank on another range
check the stats, i’m up b+tch 99 overall
designer stores calling tryna sign me, i’ma ball
wake up make money, no employee, i’m the boss
i just turn my safe into a bank inside my walls
a couple cribs, a couple cars like it’s four of me
what’s so hard? you think that i don’t go to sleep
just to keep the spots, you treat [?] sneaky link
and told my sneaky link look at the double tree
i’m on my sh+t, please, you ain’t doing it right
three wives, mexican, asian and the other one white
2 tone ap, one rolls and the other one white
i’m in the field [?] like my name was ray rice, uh
never been a benchwarmer, i could never see some flaw sh+t then that [?]
i pop my sh+t like some grease on the stove, i can’t be humbled
like a box match up, beat it up girl let’s rumble
yeah, aye
[verse 2: sada baby]
i had to go and grab my water, huh
i been dealing with too much sh+t, that’s [?], huh, huh
b+tch can’t shake no ass till your b+tt bars
you know i uppercut the n+gga, make his forehead touch mars
chopper spit the numbers like i cut cars
you know i, huh, play around with your hundreds but don’t touch us
you know i, huh, play round with your money but don’t touch [mine?]
hit your momma from the front and make her b+tt shine
and told them hoes it’s going down like upside
heh+heh, [?] trapping cut the lunch line
uh+huh, whip clip whole brick, i do my one+two
huh, the sweetness on the way when ap we was up too
huh, first thing i like to say the opps is “f+ck you”
i won’t hesitate to teach you n+ggas like a substitute
beat it, spent a n+gga block, hop out in monkey suit
know i shoot [?] in this top, i gotta punch a juice, give a ha

- flight lyrics

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