Lloyd Banks – Flight School

High as I lift off, Mr. I’m so fly
Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by
Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my;
Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma’
You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha
Don’t I, flow like the shit that get the boat by
We don’t get along with these niggas and ya’ll know why
Just a bandana no scarf no bow tie
D-boy college boy, no difference
Out here the strays’ll erase Read more