Planes (feat. Harrison Sands, Tyler Coolidge, Hooligan Lou & Natty Reeves)

No, you go first
If time is money Iʼm gone, Iʼm gone watch the hour glass
Yeah, I donʼt need your loving you can have it back
You said youʼd fill my wallet with a salad snack
You get the cold, cold shoulder
Ooooh
I know
Ooooh
I get it, youʼre too cool for school
Ooooh
Yeah, I know
Ooooh
Youʼre too hot to touch
Iʼve been working grave shifts on my own
Even a broken watch hits twelve oʼ clock like once or twice
But you canʼt budge a beat
Iʼve been working fingers to the bone
And thatʼs what youʼre feeding me
These scraps are weak
I watch as you eat like a king
What does it mean to never care
Is everything just little figments of your world of despair, oh-oh
Hello stranger are you there?
Iʼve been here for so long just waiting...
Ooooh
Too hot to touch
If time was money I would be time efficient
And if you waste my time well then itʼs bye-bye *******
Because I never knew how people focused on a dime *****
When a dollar worth more, and ******* come when Iʼm rich
Said Iʼm going on tour with my life in a trunk
From the mic to the drugs, nice clothes, swim trunks
Got the hype and the buzz Iʼm with Hooligan Lou
I bet you got it from your mams and your daddy a fool
I bet you probably go snitch on your family too
I bet you skimp on your friends and your fans to be cool
I bet you scam all the fam cause their vanity changed
That makes me ran tan, pissy and my sanity droop
Thank god I been working on my own here, oh
Lone range to the bone in my cave here, oh
Ainʼt cave to a boss ***** pay me
You ainʼt finna make me!
Iʼd like to personally thank you for fronting from the beginning
Without your incompetent ass I wouldnʼt be where Iʼm sitting
But where the **** would I be at if I never got up to get it?
We catch you snitching youʼll get caught like a seeker but this ainʼt Quidditch
How many frozen burritos will it take me to taste some greatness?
How many blogs I gotta email before they abandon fake ****?
You wanna clock buddy? We poppingʼ like it or not
Yeah weʼre going up, weʼre going up, weʼre going up, weʼre going up!
Tell your people to hit my people just google me
The second youʼll get into some musical ingenuity
Watch me take it from google beach to a nudie beach
Overseas especially if Iʼm counting the streams
Your daughter and her homies come to every single show Iʼm reppin'
Your mama be bumping me in the whip and you still wonʼt cut the check
We could all be one happy family, but
Youʼre too cool for school
(Planes)