(Verse 1) Nigga, yeah, fresh up off the plane Real niggas embrace my music and bitches go insane Even they kids throwin' up the gang They don't bother pronouncin' my name They just look at my chain Boy how much you spent on it? This ain't nothin' but hard work and what you can get from it Ain't no toilet paper but this smell like the shit don't it? Smokin' chronic and drinkin' gin 'til we get sick stomached And them suckas ain't gotta like it 'cause ya bitch love it Ima roll it She gon' light it Tell me she in desperate need of a pilot I told her kick her feet up We gon' go to my crib soon as I roll this weed up Call some friends of yours and we could all have a smoke out! You ain't gotta hold it too long This is rapper weed Couple hits is all you gon' need In my Versace frames, I'm blazed! Somewhere on the island Smokin' some ray, middle of the day, drunk dialin' Be surprised by how high a nigga get I'm a different kind of fly, we ain't on the same shit Nigga!
(Chorus) I won't land won't land, won't land (x5)
(Verse 2) No need to apologize You should know how fly niggas do Only EZ-Widers Been done with them cigarillos fool I been on the road choppin' and killin' them interviews Heard I left a major deal but my paper major still And all of them fans in love with me 'cause I say what's real So I can never give a f..ck! how a hater feel But uh, every time they send a driver for me and Will I call her doin' my talkin' on the field At first niggas was tough, they don't wanna be gangstas now Faces of my flow, yeah they copy and paste my style Wouldn't think I notice it While in my hotel, smokin wit yo bitch Fool! Haha And this is it, what! Relax your feet, put on some music Roll a zip up And we gon' smoke it 'til it's gone Ever see me cough? Can't speak for suckas who do Because I'm G'd up! What! Haha! Ah!