Cockpit

I wish this high won't so temporary

I ain't dropping new shit until novemberuary

**** is starving the streets colder than winter flurries

Don't anticipate the demise, when was you worthy

My **** never worried, you can never blur me fogging up the vision

While I'm whipping wristing **** I'm a legend in the kitchen

With that warm summer time flow, print me on a vinyl

Singing in falsetto, while I'm ripping thru her spinal

Cords, I want a porshe, house shoes on the torch

Smoking purple in my leisure playing Jesus on the court

**** godlike, I rather rhyme write keeping my mind right

Fuck limelight I need a blonde dyke licking on my pipe//

So what's success if you ain't got shit

A million dollars ain't enough, I'm still floating in my cockpit

Them **** really tryna stop shit

But I'm too high to come down get off of my dick

The good guy, done lost too many times so now I get high

Don't get by, just slowing down the time when I roll by

The clever thesis for my bitches with the ceasars

Loving with Jesus when they go down but vacuumed out the fetus

A dirty game I had to scramble for that change, life's insane

Grab a battery and level up ya aim

Keep it quiet cause these bitches talk

****, lions, bitches, hawks

Richmond zoo can eat you alive, depends on where you walk

I tie these jordan 8's tight to show my right to fight

Cause **** losing everyday I swear my psyche's right

Feel like a title fight to step out the door

I pray I never lose myself for awards

Look at the score yo

So what's success if you ain't got shit

A million dollars ain't enough, I'm still floating in my cockpit

Them **** really tryna stop shit

But I'm too high to come down get off of my dick