Rags to Richesmen
Yeah, let's take flight
Yeah, let's take flight
Rags to Richesmen
Yeah, let's take flight
Let's go
Ha, yeah
Me and T-Bag had it, leaving Mike's bro playing for me
B-Bag static right dope for the weed-rap addicts like Smoke Girls
Three-Bag make their whole team athletic
When they see Shaggy, has been dashing too fly
I scrubbed, she wear a ski mask wrapped before
Floor grow at my kneecaps, grab it
Now you got me back dragging like we need that swag
Okay, I don't really like to season
And I'll see trying to get a sprite from the flight crew
Me while I'm working on my night snooze
Red-Hive, my dudes stepping in flights like some night shoes
On a different runway, red-dye nice suit
This T got them necktie tight loops
It's indecent how I address for the spring season
So fresh, go get it on your items
Take flight
Day, day, every night
Take flight
You should recognize the true authentic sound of this
The glory days, it would have thought for me
And Laurier would formulate to tour in the six countries in 40 states
Early morning's on board after performing late
In the fourth place, I'm still feeling the warmth of grace
Still got more to say, still clever with rhymes
Never declined and still getting better with time
I would say like wine, but I've never been wine
And I never mind whether I'm shining with a divine
Life is like copyright, gotta understand
The law is simple, can you dodge?
So you know when you're handed cards from the hands of God
When you can and can't scam the odds
Cable jaws spitting on some analog Yamaha's
Random paws, sleigh-like Santa Claus
Landing cannonballs on some poor rapper's Phantom car
And large banquet draws, kid with the plan'll draw
Some five-panel law and a slang hotter than Panama
Squish
Panda's flaws standing tall, man in charge
Telling my brethren, yo, this land is yours, Phantom flaws
That's why my band of brothers band is raw
Jamming songs in a cramped garage on some antitars
Tilt some fandom block, puts us on the dance with stars
Tandem tango with Marilyn Manson and some slamming brats
House is for a tight end, Shannon's sharp
Beat straight to banging and the man blow the man to blocks
I choke, the coach wants me in, time to do the stink
Elusive bling, jewels won't fool them, they know who's the king
Don't step unless you've got something new to bring
Got eight hits to my name, still Googling
Money, moe, money, no problem, never chillin' still
I get loads of delights, dump some on people who's blown
