[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome to Royal J flight
In the event of emergency, floor pathway lighting will illuminate exits as the cabin crew are now demonstrating
In the seat pocket in front of you, you will find the flight safety card which we now ask you to read before take-off
Thank you for your attention and we wish you all a pleasant flight
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I put so much work in this game, few thousand days to catch me
Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and jetski
They raised me better, look around, grown men behave in Bessy
Me, V and East is De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, nigga
My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty
Respect me, so far ahead, I still be past you if I leave a century
Your demons sent me, Benz or Bimmer Bentley
I got a C-Note recipe, and the machine is full of key notes, test me
Long as my niggas from the Curbs support me
I'm straight, 'cause swervin's costly, I pin these sixteen's up in purgatory
That punch title does a disservice for me
I'm more than words, that's gaudy
Here for a reason, that's what the surgeon told me
My younger Macking got the birds to stalk me
Frequently replicated, my triumph made my other versions salty
Cue the Milwaukee in suburban saucy
On my return, I'm poppin' all the shit, fuckin' with Blue, you lost me nigga
Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome to Royal J flight
In the event of emergency, floor pathway lighting will illuminate exits as the cabin crew are now demonstrating
In the seat pocket in front of you, you will find the flight safety card which we now ask you to read before take-off
Thank you for your attention and we wish you all a pleasant flight
Uh
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I put so much work in this game, few thousand days to catch me
Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and jetski
They raised me better, look around, grown men behave in Bessy
Me, V and East is De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, nigga
My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty
Respect me, so far ahead, I still be past you if I leave a century
Your demons sent me, Benz or Bimmer Bentley
I got a C-Note recipe, and the machine is full of key notes, test me
Long as my niggas from the Curbs support me
I'm straight, 'cause swervin's costly, I pin these sixteen's up in purgatory
That punch title does a disservice for me
I'm more than words, that's gaudy
Here for a reason, that's what the surgeon told me
My younger Macking got the birds to stalk me
Frequently replicated, my triumph made my other versions salty
Cue the Milwaukee in suburban saucy
On my return, I'm poppin' all the shit, fuckin' with Blue, you lost me nigga
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