Kamikaze

[Verse 1:]
I don't know where the fuck i am but i know the plane gone land
In 45 minutes the captain said i got a carry on full of grams
Finna blaze up like the fire bird on a Pontiac Grand Am
I know them is 2 different damn cars long as yo stupid ass understand
The stewardess threw a kiss she walked by i grabbed her ass
I said R.I.P to Dolla..Now lets go get this cash
Tweet the adress to the show if yall can come that would be grand
They finna pay me a grand my hotel is by the sand
I be ballin out on the weekends...Callin out for the freak niq
Fallin out wit these beaches Kuz my phone calls be so speechless
I got a business now im on G shit..in the mountains goin on ski trips
Turn the heat on put the beat on and these niggas gone need speedstick
We ain't fixin to be Facetious...keep it real and chill wit my people
And forreal i spill and its lethal ouchea budded out in this regal
Dont let these niggas mistreat you dont let these niggas retweet you
Tryna get all up into yo movie now you got trilogy's in yo sequel
My plug gave me 22 kilo's im goin crazy like cee-loo green
All the niggas tryna lean on me say you gone need me like mean doe green
At the eye doctor bought contacts for this rap shit tryna see mo' green
Black fist in my afro pick im black and proud wit a pack of loud
Its always about medication..thats the way i stay elevated
Continue on wit my meditation..Keep on buildin this reputation
What's up wit all the protesting lately my income they keep guesstimating
I do my thang wit no Hesitation kuz they said the game needed restoration

[Hook:]
Kamikaze...smoking bomb ...Nagasaki
Karate i kick it proper...mister miagi
Sipping Saki...My bitch is cold...she playin' hockey
Jiu Jitsu ..Mitsubishi on them 26's
Ridiculous...bitch I'm gifted this shit is x-mas
How many tracks is he gone make about the way he spitting
Plenty my whole catalog is worthy a Bentley
No Fendi I rock Cloud Nine yo shit is trendy

[Verse 2:]
I'm popping...like a glockenspiel...watch it
News 10 they'll watch and see you got into some fuckin' problems
...my mama raised me well in ghetto apartments
Moved out the projects to the barrio 2 car garages
Parched...they like the way i pencil on this parchment
Starched...im crispy clean in all of my garments
Hardship...i know about i get through regardless
Starving...ion't be eating bitch im Tony Starking
Creating..anticipating we gone get this paper
That's all i talk about whenever my pencil hit this paper
Until the day that i meet my maker even though that shit don't make sense
My parents made me i see them daily and shit they too be getting stressed on rent