[Intro]

Aviators & Bombers/
1800 & Scama/
(Laughs)/
This is First Class/
Your either First or Your Last/
(laughs)/
Ugh/
It's not...I'm Sorry/
Flight Schoollllllll/

[Verse 1]

The godfather/
No Fredo/
Flipping with no ladle/
You got no play-doh/
Thats no buena/
Muy fuego/
They whipping chargers like san diego/
We ok though/
Preferring to star-in something that foreign/
Pull the car in/
Hood had me starving I learned to bargain/
Scuffing butters/
I missed by a margin but ducked the sergeant/
Quick decisions/
Back to my pad ruthless with chickens/
I get-them, twist-them/
Should see how I nail them it's crucifixion/
Hail mary's/
Our fathers uttered when Dot mutters/
Got lifers for brothers/
Chasing niggas with box cutters/
Yup/
I light them up/
Gasoline in the trunk/
Waring with blocks/
Catching cuts vasoline'n them up/
All I do is laugh at lames/
Let the whores watch/
With Carrera racing shades/
Michael kors watch/
Ralph Lauren to my socks/
If not then why not?/
Goodfellas drinks with umbrellas on the rocks/
You worried bout relationships/
You should be worried bout this bread and how im taking it/
Ayo you and your ho both broke no sex just stress/
First class all my bitches do is dress and rest/

[Hook]

Your talking what you may be/
If, and, & maybe's/
Ok thats crazy/
You fucking fascinate me/
Uh-huh/
I'm guessing your content with everything thats going on/
I'm flying every corner until every-things gone/
Oh no the world is not enough/{5x}
Flight School is you coming to the sky or what?/

[Verse 2]

For emcees its worst when I'm bizerk/
Look I'm a cater a verse/
If you die i'll waver the hearse/
(laughs)/
Look I'm just playing april first/
But I'm talking bout the hearse/
You scared then go to church/
Get a bodyguard, security/
With this I got seniority/
Bitches like sororities/
Look man I'm God-with-these/
Bars real stars gassed up these niggas helium/
You feeling them?/
Look slow down Dot your killing them/
Still chilling them/
Drinks that is/
Whether Remy or Bacardi/
The life of any party/
Shorty/
You are fucking with the Ralph Lauren Don/
Grass greener bet the nina get your ass up off my lawn/
Ugh, yea/
Fine diva on my arm/
Not a trophy wife just tight the type of shit I'm on/
Ugh, yea/
So with the illest im remembered/
You niggas unconsidered/
So you whine(wine) like a vineyard/
You sugar like Ray/
Not the Bans, Nigga Lenard/
Guess I'm diabetic/
But I got a paper fetish/
Shitting on these rappers like I opened up the septic/
Tank, what you think weighing work by the metric/

[Hook] {2x}

Your talking what you may be/
If, and, & maybe's/
Ok thats crazy/
You fucking fascinate me/
Uh-huh/
I'm guessing your content with everything thats going on/
I'm flying every corner until every-things gone/
Oh no the world is not enough/{5x}
Flight School is you coming to the sky or what?/