Automatic Pilot

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome to Royal J flight

In the event of emergency, floor pathway lighting will illuminate exits as the cabin crew are now demonstrating

In the seat pocket in front of you, you will find the flight safety card which we now ask you to read before take-off

Thank you for your attention and we wish you all a pleasant flight

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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I put so much work in this game, few thousand days to catch me

Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and jetski

They raised me better, look around, grown men behave in Bessy

Me, V and East is De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, nigga

My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty

Respect me, so far ahead, I still be past you if I leave a century

Your demons sent me, Benz or Bimmer Bentley

I got a C-Note recipe, and the machine is full of key notes, test me

Long as my niggas from the Curbs support me

I'm straight, 'cause swervin's costly, I pin these sixteen's up in purgatory

That punch title does a disservice for me

I'm more than words, that's gaudy

Here for a reason, that's what the surgeon told me

My younger Macking got the birds to stalk me

Frequently replicated, my triumph made my other versions salty

Cue the Milwaukee in suburban saucy

On my return, I'm poppin' all the shit, fuckin' with Blue, you lost me nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Vado]

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Throughout the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic

They made new sheets for all the static

Gettin' the spot is all that mattered

Don't give a fuck who had it

My presence got the hoes ecstatic

My haters got a trollin' habit

With signs of panic, you know it's tragic

We ain't cut from the normal fabric (Huh?)

Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (Uh), pilot automatic

[Verse 2: Vado]

Yo, every package lost be a backpack, we sent it back across (Uh-huh)

Platinum cross, eat in Rao's, like I'm an actin' boss (Yes)

Rappers grab a force, niggas out in the Pescators (I know)

That's the sport, food for thought, they wouldn't pass a fort (At all)

Harlem icon, Dhaslam mixed with Dylan (Tell 'em)

I spit fire and make coke stretch with my right arm (Uh-huh)

So fast, pitchin' 8-Balls, should be watered to Cyan (Uh-huh)

Pelicans get they fley on (Uh-huh), definite like they Zion (Ha)

You players stop, put money on you like player props

Silence a potato pop, turn this shit in the tater tots (Uh)

Tryna shake the block, played the block 'til 'round eight o'clock (Uh-huh)

See the ones I gave the rock to, well who I paid to watch?

Be the lookouts, Council meet at the cookout

Let's get drunk and discuss all the bad bitches we shook out

Chicks the last we took out (Ha), candyman the hookout

Niggas ain't hot-hot, just another fire to put out, nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Dave East]

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Throughout the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic

They made new sheets for all the static

Gettin' the spot is all that mattered

Don't give a fuck who had it

My presence got the hoes ecstatic

My haters got a trollin' habit

With signs of panic, you know it's tragic (Panic)

We ain't cut from the normal fabric (Not us)

Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (Careful), pilot automatic

[Verse 3: Dave East & Lloyd Banks]

Took out my watch, nice

These niggas play security, they top flight (Uh)

Crackin' Dédé, I kick it like Pelé, got your mom tight (Tight)

The time right, some powder in the sky like I'm LeBron knight (What)

Stack that paper 'til it look down on you, like LeBron height (Huh)

Black leather jacket, Fonz's type, this is a Don's life (Don)

Chocolate outsides, leather seats white, look like a Klondike (Bing)

This Cuban look like shattered glass, remind me of a barfight

Project bitch that answered the phone and know how to talk white (Ha)

I caught flights, on the line with Gervonta, we talk fights

I done ran the spots, so it's nothin' for me to walk light (Light)

Street fight like Vega, Sega, I begged my moms for (My mama)

Now I cop Bottega, played Vegas, seen shit that 'Pac saw ('Pac)

I look important, Rick Owens on me, we on the top floor (You seen me)

Slimin' Banks, I'm smokin' this popper, listenin' to Shabbah Ranks

Gallery department, got me lookin' like I probably paint (Paint)

I used to hop the train, now a Celine umbrella block the rain (Uh), pop

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]

The guy in Queens, multiple personality dreamteam

The thousand dollar jean fiend, you cut me now, I bleed green

I made my comeback in the muds, done made it out and squeak clean

I'm lucky to live so long, we learned about the struggle pre-teen

When I come on, the streets scream, a New York City jeep scene

Two-hunnid thousand seat lean, a pound allowed, I keep steam

I get the rollout when shoppin', a twenty in receipt king

Call me at all but disloyal, a champion's a speed ring

Call the photographers, I make it rain with my deposit wrist

I'm on the poppin' list, turned all my losses to positives

All my heat calls are anonymous, we're here to alter this

I'm goin' be showin' up regardless, make all of 'em hostages

I hoarder body count collages in my closets

You catch me sleep, you see dollar signs through my eyelids

I've been around the world nice, check out my mileage

Without a stylist, merchandise for my pilots, nigga