Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimitri Henry Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dimitri Henry Jr.
Engineer
The Mixing Bowl
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where **** die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Top Shotta
Don Dada
Globetrotter
Versace watcher
You stanky crotcha
Go visit doctor
Break you off proper, then slow rock ya
Gun in my hand, it never jam, boom shakalaka
The way that I been feeling lately kinda got me worried
Don't question who, just pull up and shoot like Steph Curry
Revenge a dish best served cold like McFlurrys
Sweat dripping in vengeance it got my vision blurry
I'm sick of these puppets and ventriloquist
I stay Melo even when you pick a Millic
Darko, they wanna cancel me like Harpo
I got a bone to pick my thugs will meet you at the crossroads
You full of shit reciting shit from clips you seen on Narcos
It's black and white like barcodes
Fuck them podcast and talk shows
No love songs just dark flows
My phone been stuck on dark mode
The trillest in the city y'all know
I'm thinking maybe I should take flight
Really lose my mind leave you outta sight
Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight
Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite?
I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight
And head West, where **** die, become a legend over night
Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride
I'm gassed up, masked up, N95
Silly **** dropping pins on your iPhone
Take you for everything you own now it's a my phone
Sound like my clones how you challenge my throne?
And it's a wrap once them nats in your fly zone
Talking like a bitch we gon' euthanize him
Play them stupid games and win stupid prizes
Pull up and get your order catch you at the drive in
**** thought they wanted beef until we supersized it
Slide like Toosie, feel like Tookie, tooley tucked, yea
Wanna gamble with your life you outta luck, yea
Quack, quack, Aflac better duck, yea
Ask my **** if he strapped and he said fuck yea
Written by: Dimitri Henry Jr.