30,000

Wake up, you bitch ass

Cracker ass, motha fucka

See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to

And you don't understand but in the end you ain't supposed to

I'm talking first class, 30, 000 feet under my ass

Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash

Now I'm living a life that you and yours could only dream about

And just a couple ago this shit I used to scheme about

Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror

Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer

See this that new school style but the flow remind you of them old days

Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like snow days

Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first renaissance

96' Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis

Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real

I love the way your lyrics make me feel

Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly

Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky

I got em' saying

Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real

I love the way your lyrics make me feel

Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly

Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky

So many people think that they know my whole situation

Conversations with people that handle public relations

Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations

Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason

It ain't nothing, never folding or bluffin'

Get money, fuck bitches but respect women cause we love em'

Kiss em', touch em' and rub em'

Fuck em' but never grub em'

Hit fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin

Shorty giving me brain until concussion

The club run out of vodka the second we rush in

Never under estimate the power in which I'm bustin'

My lyricism got yo girl blushin'

Ain't even touch her and yet she gushin' (ha)

Award shows, chilling with all my bros

3-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordan's I suppose