This Plane

[Intro]

Yeah it's young Khalifa man

Mr. Spacely

Everyone call me man

Taylor Gang or die

And this project is brought to you by

Champagne and paper planes too

Rostrum Records in this bitch

Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle, Deal or No Deal

Yeah, bitch

[Verse 1]

I'm screaming fuck them niggas who hated

I'm money affiliated

Speculating me landing

Must have got me mistaken with lame niggas

Know you gon' get high as fuck

As long as the planes with you

Left that major situation alone

And became richer

People talking down

But see me I'm the same nigga

Leave your bitch around

We gon' drink the champagne with her

We don't touch the ground

See a cloud with my name it

Only e-z widers please

No cigars for me and my gang

Fool, I'm a legend in these streets

Cause how I do my thang

And don't wear the fitted

I got the city on my chain

Oh man, still they hate and talk smack

Knowing if I was gone

There'd be no throne to throw your rocks at

Cruise at maximum altitudes

I'm tryna top that

So in touch with the real

Them suckas tryna stop that

But I, live or let die, party get high

And tell them lames to deplane or let fly

[Hook]

Don't know what they hate for

I'm just gettin' my paper

Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone

I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

I try to believe you

I don't wanna leave but I need to

[Verse 2]

Stuck alone in this wave race

Say I'm living too fast

Don't plan on changing my pace

Got one foot on the gas

There's never a need for brakes

Smoke e-z widers with hash

Fuck bitches from out of state

Valet bringing my cars

A waiter to bring me plates

Shrimp and filet mignon

We celebrate buying drinks

With a couple of broads

My niggas and who got love for me

It's lonely at the top

I'm tired of having company

Uh, so while you busy trying to fit in

I'mma stand out

And view my life through this lens

To see how it pans out

Substitute teacher ass niggas need a handout

Middle finger, screaming fuck them niggas who hated

I'm money affiliated

Pop another bottle, that chronic smoke integrated

Speculating me landing, must've got me mistaken

I'm speaking as the captain of the plane

You's a runner on the jet way

Fool

[Hook]

Don't know what they hate for

I'm just gettin my paper

Well, maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone

I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

They gon' miss this plane

I try to believe you

I don't wanna leave but I need to