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Lyrics:

I'm comin up, I'm comin up on it.

Running airlines from LA to Boston.

Can't stop and I told you I promised.

So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter (hotter).

Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter.

Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter.

What up haters, I'm back so hows my dick taste?.

I'm spitting grimy, like mouths without toothpaste.

Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence.

She was in my city, showing love to me's the consequence.

Cause my *wealths* coming, whether or not you're liking it.

Felt like the tip of the pen that checks the counterfeits.

Like, your girl ain't never heard of me.

Sike, 'cause she'd probably search the world for me.

Ha, ha, ha, ha I laugh on tracks.

You burst *veins* to go hard cause your ass can't rap.

About to take all, see the stripes and the stars on my window.

Plane flying on the air pitch dark.

I'm comin up, I'm comin up on it.

Running airlines from LA to Boston.

Can't stop and I told you I promised.

So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter.

Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter.

Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter.

I told my parents that I was gonna get some.

Hop on stage and get higher than a jet, son.

Getting love told me why you never getting none.

Born to the game, never pose as a step-son.

I'm that *dude on* iTunes, what's next shit.

Rewind that track, what time before I exit.

Like I could give a fuck, really what y'all think.

Destiny is blessing, bartender give me a tall drink.

So I could fade out, dreams of being played out.

City radio I'm good and look at how I made out.

Uh, on the stroll my path's paved, telling me to do it all up.

So now I'm off stage, taking shots, I'm just trying get in cage.

Coming up bar, see the numbers on the fan page.

Can't stop cause they want 'em on the airwaves.

Late night in Boston, west coast in the LA.

I'm comin up, I'm comin up on it.

Running airlines from LA to Boston.

Can't stop and I told you I promised.

So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter.

Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter.

Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter.

And my sky line's so contagious.

Jet fuel on my tongue, ain't hungover cause I'm wasted.

Chewing on success, so close I can taste it,

Came too far, homie feel like I'mma make it.

Yeah, and you know I'm gonna get 'em.

Agencies hawking, never can forget 'em.

Slowly moving strong in positions that I'm winning.

Better let em know.

(Sammy Adams yeah tell 'em)

I'm comin up, I'm comin up on it.

Running airlines from LA to Boston.

Can't stop and I told you I promised.

So you ain't gonna hear nobody that's hotter.

Hear nobody thats hotter, ain't nobody that's hotter.

Nobody hotter, ain't nobody thats hotter.