The last flightWhere everyone came together to make one person feel lonelyWith a black skiI was with Ski and TGang called me, that shit was no wayI was like god damnY'all did all that just to drive one person outShit made no senseCertain niggas catch flightsCertain people cryI do bothBut for other niggasI cry for emIt's all for Ski Team
Who you turning to?When the flight is thereWho you turning to?Connect your scared, ahWho you turning to?
Who you turning on?Confessions for a make a stand, I had the burner onThe most I made before I had it wrongAnd this the most he paid for a zip aloneThey left with a black mask, they invade the homeThen caught a flight real quick they had to Jett it homeThen hit my Celli gone, they made another profitSaying I don't give a fuck brotha"FUCK BOSTON!"I see the burg in emBurg dawg in emHe want it all for emHe was so slimyLike so scummySmoke it all for meNigga said, manCan you smoke it all for me?
I just made another profit, oh yeahI just made another profit, I told yaI just made another profit, oh yeahI just made another profit, I told yaI just made a, I just made a, I just made a profitI just made a, I just made a, I just made a profitI just made a, I just made a, I just made a profitI just made a, I just made a, I just made a, told ya
Can't go to the law, can't go to the gunCan't go to the sun, can't go off and runCan't leave your spot, I saySupposed to be a plugLost all your drugsConnects are low and fundsNever had FL trustStudio equipped with plugsOne Lung is really upBucket finessed the outletFor many of mountainsFrom view the fountainLearned how to hit licksHow to hit licksHow to hit licksLearned how to hit licks
