[Hook 2X]
Meet me on the runway, runway, runway
Meet me on the runway, runway
Meet me on the runway, runway, runway
It’s time that we soar, it’s time to take off

[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
I was getting claustrophobic, my city get small and them walls is closing
I’m living where them Winters is long and they hearts is frozen
And women with the slenderest forms would start disrobing
I left the Roc and drove into my spot in Lower Brooklyn
No looking back at them, ladies, I was smashing ‘em
Went from chasing ass to chasing dreams and now I’m catching ‘em
I’m not the king of my city, there ain’t no throne, see?
I am like the president, all its residents chose me
I left my home and came with hopes of gaining global fame
Now I’m pulling out all fucking stops, I’m like a local train
Not a lot of opportunity, I’m in the Roc and I gotta apply to Move to B
On top, now the trap on the block where I get locked up for a two to three
Or three to four, that’s what I’m leaving for, I got a dream
And I’m needing more, I gotta be in stores like the dude on shelves
And he moving himself like a Ouija board, hey, and I’m moving fast
Groupies strapped in a blue-green Jag, bend ‘em and I send ‘em
On they way when I’m entering a plane with a Toonie bag

[Hook 2X]