Flight Back Kam Prada

[Pre-Chorus]
Said that he made me
But he ain't made nothing
Really just hates me
Hates what I'm becoming
I been going crazy
That's end of discussion
They cannot play me
I'm busy I been up to something

[Chorus]
Yeah flyin' out
Hop up in a jet and then I'm flyin' out
Hop up in a 'Lamb and then I ride around
Used to see me in the field remember tryin' out
Now me and my bros kickin' shit like its FIFA
Get what she want cuz dat 'gyal was a diva
Only one night her then I gotta leave her
Run to the money so fast like a cheetah yeah

[Verse 1]
Comin' up
Ain't the minute man but I be comin' up
If she comin' for the ride she better buckle up
Either first either last ain't no runner up yeah yeah
Double up triple up
Why he switched on the kid cuz I levelled up
Imma pop another bottle pour another cup
Killed the past in the grass snakes slither up yeah
Snakes in the grass so I mowed it
Under pressure never folded
Only one life and I know that I own it
So to my dreams I stay steady devoted
Invest in myself and I flew to the mountains
Way I be drippin' this shit like a fountain
Be chasing millions after the thousands
Kids talkin' down but they still get allowance yeah
Chit chat
All up on the internet they love to chit chat
I'm a real busy man ain't really 'wit that
Feel like Herschel cuz I went and got a big bag
And I know that
And you know that
They might see me in a foreign and it's all black
Drip down in the Louis spent like four racks
Sipping 'Henny from the bottle I be off that yeah