One Way Flight (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Griselda
 Yeah
 Jansport J
 Y'all don't ask me no questions, just listen to this shit
 Uh
 Hit-Boy
 She catch a one-way flight to kick it wherever I'm at
 So if she want to stay, then the bitch'll never come back
 You wanna know how a chip feel, I've been there once
 This year three in the beginning of a ten-year run
 And as predicted, my persistence got my name on all the lists
 Had a brick before a rack, like that dope boy from Memphis
 I survived all them death threats and three felony convictions
 Plug found out my whole team was hot, he kept his distance
 What's a stage with no mic and no voice of a poet?
 What's more important, the flower or the soil that grow it?
 Yeah, it's cool, but one rule, don't get caught in the moment
 Or it's back to swingin' ratchets and warmin' up water
 Starvin' made me thin, it ain't no mercy in this game we in
 Odds stacked against us, had to play to win
 I got a broad, I never saw her before 1:00 a.m.
 I'm out west in Crazy Girls cleanin' out the ATM
 Let's go
 Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
 Trips with that work, my baby made it back
 I fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
 You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?
 This for hustlers with straight cash, not bitches with fake bags
 For hoes who fall in love with trappers and break bags
 She texted my homie, but I'm fuckin' hers, she fake mad
 These hoes can't handle a nigga they can't have
 Unlucky for y'all, you know who the fuck is in charge
 I put a couple in jars, let it fluff 'til it's hard
 I'm at JAY house, Kerry James Marshall cover the wall
 Enough kush and I could cover the fall, you know business is business
 Bitches is bitches and they fuckin' us all
 You know how life go, you stuck with your flaws, what's that about?
 They had me fucked up, niggas thought I'd suffer for long
 I'm drivin', countin' money with hundreds
 On the Cullinan floor, uh-huh
 Put my hands together and I pray for the bread
 'Cause I get five jail calls a day from the feds
 Go to sleep with a alarm and a K on the ledge
 And the fireproof thousand pound safe in the crib, ah
 Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
 Trips with that work, my baby made it back
 Fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
 But you gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?
 Waist snatched
 Rollie, she fake mad
 Uh
 I said fuck it, wasn't gon' do a verse
 Bought some ugly white girl, when I whipped it, it's Miss Universe
 'Migo brought the chickens on the bird, that's that Scooter work
 I control my bitch's OnlyFans, I got computer work
 Freddie Kane, I keep a college bitch on the '94
 With the waist snatched
 Baby daddy bought her that fake Rollie, she fake mad
 Butcher and the Rabbit, got damn it, check our credentials
 Hoes get fucked and sent home early just like the Clippers
 Is you with it bitch?
 Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
 Trips with that work, my baby made it back
 Fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
 But you gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?