[Intro: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to.. (I flew my mama to..)

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh

[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Nothing is real and none of these n***as is realer than me
Nikki just called me, told me "Fuck all these n***as, just be who you destined to be"
I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
This is that level these rappers can't reach
This is that practice shit that you preach
Tell me some shit that I don't know, bitch I like just like a photo
Came in the game on my own bro, now that I'm on we all on
I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time
I ain't got no plan B, I put this all on the line
Look at the traction (Traction)
Look at what happened (Bitch)
Heard that these n***as don't sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? Yeah
I am the GOAT on the low
I keep the guns on the floor
I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause
So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets
I send some bread to these n***as, now they be actin' like leeches
N***as be buggin' for features, but I'm like way out of reach
You don't hear the round of applause, my n***a just take you a seat
[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Me and these rappers ain't really friends, I don't be taking their calls
I make 'em talk to the middle man, he won't pass me their message at all
You know I got love for my real fans but I'm cursing them off of my yard
I can't be signing no autographs, I got too much kush in my garage
I don't want no attention from my neighbours, I don't wanna make friends with a cop
You get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my fuckin' name in the dark
Washing my pinky ring in Ciroc
Bitch you can't hold my hand, hold the cock
Kickin' it at the top, gettin' top
Me and the gang, party on the charts
I am a pussy man, you are a pussy n***a
I told the hoe "I am not a fisherman"
I say that cause the pussy stinkin'
Made a M on my vocab, I got rich with my dictionary
Put them diamonds on twelve teeth, I require a different fairy
I despise a snitch n***a
I'ma tell Tom to kill Jerry
Pourin' up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary
Let 'em diss me, I'll never hear it
He a bitch, he ain't never scared
Call him out for the commentary
Fuck his mom if it's necessary
Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
[Outro: Shane Eagle]
Sit the fuck down n***a
You don't hear the round of applause, my n***a just take you a seat
I heard that new shit and it's weak
You n***as sound just like my niece
(Yeah, you n***as sound just like my niece)
Look, fuck your feelings, this is how I'm feeling
World winding, n***as didn't see the vision
They pretended and now it's too late
Sickness sent around the globe, it's a tide
I watched these n***as switch sides
And then I watched 'em switch deals
They couldn't do it by themselves, Askin me how I feel (Bitch)