Get Down

Drugs for you ears

You've been alive, just wasn't aware

But now you have to get down

And we're so happy to have you, have to get down

I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin

While awaiting my baked Alaska

Couple shots before and after the meal

But not too much liquor to handle

Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers

Professors who receive masters, it's degrees

Certain things you must achieve 'fore you ask it be allowed

All inside store the pow-wow

So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down

I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds

Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now

So tell them culture vultures where to stick it

Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits

We drug dealing, musical terrorism

Underground faction existing

So you don't have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

A G is what I am, a jet is who I be

You know what I smoke anywhere I go

All access, never it locked though

Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled

I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy

Let's congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy

Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty

Now raw packages so I had to zig-zag it

Like I did back when, ain't nothin' changed but the addresses

New crib but I kept my old door mat

Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back

You've been told that, buss em, know that

Cause they've been show that

Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway

Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne

When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne

I want you to have it all, big crib, big car

Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin' piece

With the icing that you like

La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, like