I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengersThey′ll probably think I'm a terrorist

Eat my asparagus, then I′m asking her

Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom

A crash dummy for dollars, I know you dyin' to meet 'em

I′ll prob′ly die in a minute

Just bury me with 20 bitches, 20 million, and a Comptown fitted

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol' up (hol' up)

Yeah, big shit poppin′

Section 80

Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch

With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick

Jump off

I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman

I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt

Tire mark gave you evidence that

I′m easily peddling with the speed of a lightning bolt

As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too advanced

I lived my 20′s at two years old, the wiser man

Truth be told, I'm like 87

Wicked as 80 reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands

From the distance, don′t know which one is a Christian, damn

Who can I trust in 2012?

There's no one not even myself

A Gemini screaming for help, somebody

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Yeah, big shit poppin′, everybody watchin'

When you do it like this, nigga, losin′ ain't a option

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Yeah, big shit poppin′

Ay, ay, kick her out the studio, Ali

24-7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' that ass for it

The King of diamonds wit′ diamonds I never do ask for

They checkin′ my passport, I'm too accustomed with customs

She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff ′em

They want me to fast forward the game, and why you complain

When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane

When you pushin′ a rav four, you wreckin' my Jaguar

You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Yeah, big shit poppin′, everybody watchin'

When you do it like this, nigga, losin′ ain't a option

Hol' up (hol′ up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Hol′ up (hol' up)

Yeah, big shit poppin′, everybody watchin'

When you do it like this, nigga

I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air

Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair

If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers

They'll probably think I′m Osama

The plane emergency landed, it was an honor, hol′ up