VERSE 1

Paper planes , green blood in my veins

The %#@! is simple but I'll explain it for their brains

In class they know everything , they all $#&@in the same

And I'm that one rapper kid , I have a different aim

Uh , what I'm talkin , I really do it

I'm rollin time to time but sometimes I re-do it

And that's everyday , all day

Monday , friday and the baddest joint right here on sunday

Uh, yeah , while we jokin , spit a couple bars

Then we back to the smokin

We always fly good and we are never walkin

Go to the park get this %#@! no talkin

Oh please , you're like guys with tities

They $#&@in rappers and they claim to be OG's

You tellin lies on yo tracks , you don't give em the facts

I'm done with you mother$#&@ers , just smoke and relax



HOOK

Uh , yeah , we so fly

We flying good everytime we catch a flight
I'm in the sky , in the sky feelin so high
Gettin on my grind , gettin on that bonzai



VERSE 2


Yeah they feelin , how I'm flowin on the beat
If success is a $#&@in car ,its a one seat


I'm ridin slow and I'm ridin , writin on the sheet
My eyes low , with the shades on , i be on that sweet


I be goin up while they be fallin
I see them slim js they actin like they big ballin


Tuck in ,glide,tight
Light it on the one side


And now everythings different call me red eyed


Low money but Imma spend it whatever
I'm gonna make it back one day bigger and better


Imma keep rollin em j's , but longer and fatter
Imma keep rhymin fo sho , but I'll be way more wiser and clever


Uh peace on , got that guy on the $#&@in call
In my zone on that OG , never alone


Breakin bars , killin rappers , reachin the stars
5 ,4 , 3 , 2 , and we flyin to mars