Gatwick by Super Chron Flight Brothers Lyrics

[Verse: Billy Woods]
Calmer than you are, calmer than you are
Nation we’re thinning the nation on sedatives
Pepsi generation, Toys“R”Us kids
They didn’t grow up, they did bids
Night school negroes go to court in street clothes
Flight Brothers in matching Canadian tuxedoes
Dark shades like the cheetah with the most Cheetos
Low riders like speedboats with the most kilos
Baffling, like how he ain’t have a gun
But police still had to reload
Brought more than enough crime from Cali
To have your whole project blowed
But blazed it to the dome, that’s right
Aceyalone, InI higher heights, fly on mics
Do or die on turnpikes, she polished the wood
Now he wondering if she got termites
Told him she missed her period, no reply
He was waiting for the “psych!”
Nah, but for real for real
I spun the wheel with van of white
And came on down ‘cause the price was right
Spotlight had me sweating like, “it’s a little bright”
Wants to make a deal, ask the prosecutor
I put her in a chokehold, anybody moves I’ll shoot her
Now get me a coat, make sure it’s cold
And point this plane at Cuba