[Intro: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to.. (I flew my mama to..)
[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Nothing is real and none of these niggas is realer than me
Nikki just called me, told me "Fuck all these niggas, just be who you destined to be"
I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
This is that level these rappers can't reach
This is that practice shit that you preach
Tell me some shit that I don't know, bitch I like just like a photo
Came in the game on my own bro, now that I'm on we all on
I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time
I ain't got no plan B, I put this all on the line
Look at the traction (Traction)
Look at what happened (Bitch)
Heard that these niggas don't sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? Yeah
I am the GOAT on the low
I keep the guns on the floor
I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause
So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets
I send some bread to these niggas, now they be actin' like leeches
Niggas be buggin' for features, but I'm like way out of reach
You don't hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat
I flew my mama to.. (I flew my mama to..)
[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Nothing is real and none of these niggas is realer than me
Nikki just called me, told me "Fuck all these niggas, just be who you destined to be"
I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
This is that level these rappers can't reach
This is that practice shit that you preach
Tell me some shit that I don't know, bitch I like just like a photo
Came in the game on my own bro, now that I'm on we all on
I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time
I ain't got no plan B, I put this all on the line
Look at the traction (Traction)
Look at what happened (Bitch)
Heard that these niggas don't sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? Yeah
I am the GOAT on the low
I keep the guns on the floor
I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause
So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets
I send some bread to these niggas, now they be actin' like leeches
Niggas be buggin' for features, but I'm like way out of reach
You don't hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat
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