| (Intro) | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| (Verse) | |
| Started out the basement, never had a basement | |
| Hold up, European waitress, caught up in the Matrix | |
| Now I’m Pelegrino sippin, trippin off my extension | |
| I was rappin for the sport but they never paid attention | |
| So I made niggas listen, it’s really out ridin | |
| ‘Cause now many niggas listen | |
| They tell me I got mixed | |
| I got 2 Chainz on the text | |
| Yoshi Yamamoto, I confession the revenge | |
| I be out in Soho | |
| Multi thousand dollar checks | |
| But you can’t buy respect or love | |
| Hollywood model girls do designer drugs | |
| High and fly, all of the above | |
| So street smart, ought to be a thug | |
| Fame feels so good that it ought to be a drug | |
| The feeling’s so ratchet that I’m standin by the plug | |
| Shit it’s only so much that I could tell these prudes | |
| I got the money with money when niggas barely knew | |
| (Hook) | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won’t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won’t land | |
| Won’t land, won’t land | |
| I won’t land | |
| Won’t land, won’t land | |
| I won’t land | |
| (Verse) | |
| I’m hoppin off a plane like Versace frames | |
| Sayin what’s the biggie one day then you was slain | |
| Million carbon copies, I’m just playin for some change | |
| Haters and the money rockin, point now we make it rain | |
| But I’m a different type of mind, a different type of grind | |
| Different type of jewelry given different type of shine | |
| Rap about my life and you just rap a bunch of lies | |
| Just to make us willing like you a different type of guy | |
| I’m a different type of fly, first class even | |
| Labels on my neck, I swear I took mad meetings | |
| But I won’t sign a deal until my whole team eaten | |
| And I don’t mean vegan | |
| Flow so wavy that I’m 30000’ly and cold, 2 below a minute | |
| Stupid commenter but they swear, they think it’s easy | |
| Head on propeller tryna figure out the reasons | |
| Like a bait every day so I’m steezin no keezin | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won’t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won’t land | |
| Won’t land, won’t land | |
| I won’t land | |
| Won’t land, won’t land | |
| I won’t land |
| Intro | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| Verse | |
| Started out the basement, never had a basement | |
| Hold up, European waitress, caught up in the Matrix | |
| Now I' m Pelegrino sippin, trippin off my extension | |
| I was rappin for the sport but they never paid attention | |
| So I made niggas listen, it' s really out ridin | |
| ' Cause now many niggas listen | |
| They tell me I got mixed | |
| I got 2 Chainz on the text | |
| Yoshi Yamamoto, I confession the revenge | |
| I be out in Soho | |
| Multi thousand dollar checks | |
| But you can' t buy respect or love | |
| Hollywood model girls do designer drugs | |
| High and fly, all of the above | |
| So street smart, ought to be a thug | |
| Fame feels so good that it ought to be a drug | |
| The feeling' s so ratchet that I' m standin by the plug | |
| Shit it' s only so much that I could tell these prudes | |
| I got the money with money when niggas barely knew | |
| Hook | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Verse | |
| I' m hoppin off a plane like Versace frames | |
| Sayin what' s the biggie one day then you was slain | |
| Million carbon copies, I' m just playin for some change | |
| Haters and the money rockin, point now we make it rain | |
| But I' m a different type of mind, a different type of grind | |
| Different type of jewelry given different type of shine | |
| Rap about my life and you just rap a bunch of lies | |
| Just to make us willing like you a different type of guy | |
| I' m a different type of fly, first class even | |
| Labels on my neck, I swear I took mad meetings | |
| But I won' t sign a deal until my whole team eaten | |
| And I don' t mean vegan | |
| Flow so wavy that I' m 30000' ly and cold, 2 below a minute | |
| Stupid commenter but they swear, they think it' s easy | |
| Head on propeller tryna figure out the reasons | |
| Like a bait every day so I' m steezin no keezin | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land |
| Intro | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| I never knew the way | |
| Verse | |
| Started out the basement, never had a basement | |
| Hold up, European waitress, caught up in the Matrix | |
| Now I' m Pelegrino sippin, trippin off my extension | |
| I was rappin for the sport but they never paid attention | |
| So I made niggas listen, it' s really out ridin | |
| ' Cause now many niggas listen | |
| They tell me I got mixed | |
| I got 2 Chainz on the text | |
| Yoshi Yamamoto, I confession the revenge | |
| I be out in Soho | |
| Multi thousand dollar checks | |
| But you can' t buy respect or love | |
| Hollywood model girls do designer drugs | |
| High and fly, all of the above | |
| So street smart, ought to be a thug | |
| Fame feels so good that it ought to be a drug | |
| The feeling' s so ratchet that I' m standin by the plug | |
| Shit it' s only so much that I could tell these prudes | |
| I got the money with money when niggas barely knew | |
| Hook | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Verse | |
| I' m hoppin off a plane like Versace frames | |
| Sayin what' s the biggie one day then you was slain | |
| Million carbon copies, I' m just playin for some change | |
| Haters and the money rockin, point now we make it rain | |
| But I' m a different type of mind, a different type of grind | |
| Different type of jewelry given different type of shine | |
| Rap about my life and you just rap a bunch of lies | |
| Just to make us willing like you a different type of guy | |
| I' m a different type of fly, first class even | |
| Labels on my neck, I swear I took mad meetings | |
| But I won' t sign a deal until my whole team eaten | |
| And I don' t mean vegan | |
| Flow so wavy that I' m 30000' ly and cold, 2 below a minute | |
| Stupid commenter but they swear, they think it' s easy | |
| Head on propeller tryna figure out the reasons | |
| Like a bait every day so I' m steezin no keezin | |
| Hook x2 | |
| I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| I said I took off | |
| Now I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land | |
| Won' t land, won' t land | |
| I won' t land |
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