[Intro]
Ha, yeah (Yeah)
Jets
Fool
Pilot Talk, n***a (Pilot Talk, n***a)
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain't never gon run outta weed
Yeah
Look up
Ugh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp—that's what I'm talking bout
Ugh, closed-minded lil' children
I write my way to a million, looking out the plane windows
Fuck around, get popped like a collar
For slipping in my city, get bitten, chewed, swallowed, fool
What, you think you like me?
Your idol and your rival, I be—
Holding the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back, baby girl; let me get high, chick
Eagle droppings: fly shit—who gon' stop him?
On the grind, I am like a quarterback attacking
Defensive lineman—homie, who gon' block him?
[Hook]
Tearing through the city
Snatching bitches, top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Twenty-five/eight
Going ape for the cake, n***a
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life
They hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, came up, put it down for my set what I did
Jets, n***a!
Founder of a flyer society
Raising the partition so the driver won't bother me
Women wishing for a position on either side of me
Hoping for a free ride to the top with me
Spending my cheese, smoking my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
The view from my rocking chair, you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans
Left the key to the city with my brother; now, I'm comin back for it
[Hook]
Tearing through the city
Snatching bitches, top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Twenty-five/eight
Going ape for the cake, n***a
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Larger than life
They hate me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got shit on me

[Outro]
On me
N***a