[INTRO/HOOK] Gotta go and get it I ain't feeling what it been like I'm just tryna get in where I fit right All about my business like it's pinstripes Caught up in my dreams taking flights after Midnight Got me in my bag for that glow up Money comin fast ain't no slow up On a higher level then I go up Only private jets when I show up See me on that runway On God you can see me on that runway On God all this money coming fast and it ain't about to slow up Only private jets getting chartered when I show up See me on that runway, runway, runway... [VERSE] Yeah, walk with me... Rest in power to the fallen and my family that departed All this building motivation not to finish where I started I be checking on my folks Flying back and forth to Charlotte just to show 'em I ain't playing my ambition on retarded I ain't plan to be a hero I don't try to be a martyr But my mind be germinating planting seeds in secret gardens So it got me going harder hollow tips and hallowed fathers N***** praying that I fall and think they hate will be a bother I done died a thousand deaths I done lived a thousand lives so you think I give a fuck about the hope for my demise? Dealt with devils in the flesh I met angels in disguise in they eyes Imma motherfuckin' G still I rise I'm a wise one when I take off on my top gun hotshot gettin dead prez shouts to M1 And my team stay united like it's Manchester Aiming at our goals 'til we get em like a spam checker Still coughing up the ashes of my ancestors Cause my forefathers saw the signs like a hand gesture My Melanain is a menace to my society so pardon my appearance I'm covered in impropriety The Son of the Sun and for the freedom I run So Imma just keep on killing 'til Babylonia done We all be caught in the web and more confusion is spun with all of us wondering about what dreams may come Nightmares tend to follow Poison in our food and water Great-Great-Grandmother Sioux feel me? I'm Lakota/ The parable of the sower I ain't burying my talent N***** fighting for Supreme but Imma reign without a ballot And I'm waiting for the come up but my pride got my chest heavy cause I know that God choose a few but he tests many I be coasting on the fringes of my sanity All so I can make up my reality from fantasy... Caught up in my dreams and it feel like... I be taking flights after Midnight... Caught up in my dreams... Caught up in my dreams... I be taking flights like... [OUTRO] Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! I'm out here shooting for stars Imma line em up!

[INTRO/HOOK] Gotta go and get it I ain't feeling what it been like I'm just tryna get in where I fit right All about my business like it's pinstripes Caught up in my dreams taking flights after Midnight Got me in my bag for that glow up Money comin fast ain't no slow up On a higher level then I go up Only private jets when I show up See me on that runway On God you can see me on that runway On God all this money coming fast and it ain't about to slow up Only private jets getting chartered when I show up See me on that runway, runway, runway... [VERSE] Yeah, walk with me... Rest in power to the fallen and my family that departed All this building motivation not to finish where I started I be checking on my folks Flying back and forth to Charlotte just to show 'em I ain't playing my ambition on retarded I ain't plan to be a hero I don't try to be a martyr But my mind be germinating planting seeds in secret gardens So it got me going harder hollow tips and hallowed fathers N***** praying that I fall and think they hate will be a bother I done died a thousand deaths I done lived a thousand lives so you think I give a fuck about the hope for my demise? Dealt with devils in the flesh I met angels in disguise in they eyes Imma motherfuckin' G still I rise I'm a wise one when I take off on my top gun hotshot gettin dead prez shouts to M1 And my team stay united like it's Manchester Aiming at our goals 'til we get em like a spam checker Still coughing up the ashes of my ancestors Cause my forefathers saw the signs like a hand gesture My Melanain is a menace to my society so pardon my appearance I'm covered in impropriety The Son of the Sun and for the freedom I run So Imma just keep on killing 'til Babylonia done We all be caught in the web and more confusion is spun with all of us wondering about what dreams may come Nightmares tend to follow Poison in our food and water Great-Great-Grandmother Sioux feel me? I'm Lakota/ The parable of the sower I ain't burying my talent N***** fighting for Supreme but Imma reign without a ballot And I'm waiting for the come up but my pride got my chest heavy cause I know that God choose a few but he tests many I be coasting on the fringes of my sanity All so I can make up my reality from fantasy... Caught up in my dreams and it feel like... I be taking flights after Midnight... Caught up in my dreams... Caught up in my dreams... I be taking flights like... [OUTRO] Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! I'm out here shooting for stars Imma line em up!

[INTRO/HOOK] Gotta go and get it I ain't feeling what it been like I'm just tryna get in where I fit right All about my business like it's pinstripes Caught up in my dreams taking flights after Midnight Got me in my bag for that glow up Money comin fast ain't no slow up On a higher level then I go up Only private jets when I show up See me on that runway On God you can see me on that runway On God all this money coming fast and it ain't about to slow up Only private jets getting chartered when I show up See me on that runway, runway, runway... [VERSE] Yeah, walk with me... Rest in power to the fallen and my family that departed All this building motivation not to finish where I started I be checking on my folks Flying back and forth to Charlotte just to show 'em I ain't playing my ambition on retarded I ain't plan to be a hero I don't try to be a martyr But my mind be germinating planting seeds in secret gardens So it got me going harder hollow tips and hallowed fathers N***** praying that I fall and think they hate will be a bother I done died a thousand deaths I done lived a thousand lives so you think I give a fuck about the hope for my demise? Dealt with devils in the flesh I met angels in disguise in they eyes Imma motherfuckin' G still I rise I'm a wise one when I take off on my top gun hotshot gettin dead prez shouts to M1 And my team stay united like it's Manchester Aiming at our goals 'til we get em like a spam checker Still coughing up the ashes of my ancestors Cause my forefathers saw the signs like a hand gesture My Melanain is a menace to my society so pardon my appearance I'm covered in impropriety The Son of the Sun and for the freedom I run So Imma just keep on killing 'til Babylonia done We all be caught in the web and more confusion is spun with all of us wondering about what dreams may come Nightmares tend to follow Poison in our food and water Great-Great-Grandmother Sioux feel me? I'm Lakota/ The parable of the sower I ain't burying my talent N***** fighting for Supreme but Imma reign without a ballot And I'm waiting for the come up but my pride got my chest heavy cause I know that God choose a few but he tests many I be coasting on the fringes of my sanity All so I can make up my reality from fantasy... Caught up in my dreams and it feel like... I be taking flights after Midnight... Caught up in my dreams... Caught up in my dreams... I be taking flights like... [OUTRO] Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! Open the skies I'm not high enough! I'm out here shooting for stars Imma line em up!