Benny the Butcher, Freddie Gibbs - One Way Flight lyrics

(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 AM
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 cushion 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
You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?

Waist stash 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 stash
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
You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?