Takeoff (feat. Kembe X)

Uh, its ya boy who you? Yeah yeah aye The way I feel, aye its like I'm all that shit Uh, and the way I feel Aye, we don't owe you shit Aye aye I take a dub of the target And cop a whole ass fit, uh Cryptic on the phone keep it cautious Cause I don't trust that bitch Aye aye Uh, I'm the affirmationer Rap game information age Blast on, penetration age That's that generation age That's that, that's that moving state to state But don't nobody give a fuck bout that Niggas talk shit but ain't bout that You bitch where yo house at? Nigga, I don't mean to offend ya But you are no contender I just came off a bender And I am the descendant of gods I am the descendant of gods So motherfucker just don't be surprised When I takeoff, when I take flight When I go crazy, when I go dumb Bitch I go dumb Oooh ooh oooh oh Aye, aye Wooooo Look it, I'm sittin' crooked, aye I hope them coppas don't look at me They probably throw the whole book at me And I ain't pressing her for pussy, no Maybe ducats, aye Cause I been living off a dream I been sending off and kushin', every minute off of E Hope the vibe I'm feeling when I'm giving off it Just don't be surprised When I takeoff, when I take flight When I go crazy, when I go dumb Bitch I go dumb Oooh ooh oooh oh Look it, I'm sittin crooked I hope them coppas don't look at me They probably throw the whole book at me Look it, I'm sittin crooked I hope them coppas don't look at me They probably throw the whole book at me