[Intro]
What up tip, n***a?
I feel like the realest n***a in the world right now
Smoking all these exotic weed
Some shit that touch your soul
Real facts that they don't want to be real fact
This from the heart right here, [?]

[Verse 1]
I never been the type to name drop, a game drop
I let the same haters take the same shots
They'll humble up when they ain't hot
Hoping that them games stop like hoping rain stop
Like when a hurricane headed for your block
No hе not who people think he is
Lеt's see if you gon' still be solid in your wrinkle years
Them stepping on me those that really feel, changing on me
My opps piling up against me and they ganging on me
And I ain't even gangster, this is dangerous
Social media make you hit the bottom
Instagram got her wanna ballin
Instagram got you wanna model
Go in the hood shake my head it be hardden a four
Lil' kids don't even know god no more, feel me now?
This world so feminine so watch your child
He sixteen, you got a son get him some pussy now
How can you tell a woman what to carry in her stomach?
When she feeling that's a cancer in her fucking stomach
Can I vent? Can you ask me how I'm feelin fore you ask for rent?
You don't feel like that because you fucking can't
Your ego made you turn on your people you crash
You was the shit in high school, what happened?
Bitches tryna take our life for some shit that we rap
And I'm from south Baton Rouge, where I'ma put in the map
When I saw cocaine coming it the top of the cab
Late night flights, bitch thugging with [? ]
I kept the [?] but I ain't use it, I was nasty
Scorpio a make you raw dog a ho, who you call a ho
Did B.G. make parole? Hell no, was you mad?
No, I understand how the jail go
When C-Murder hear this motherfucker here
He gone say this n***a here talking shit
And he gone pass it down to tip, where my city at?
Every week I'm missing three
I'm like damn I need my n***a back
They say I rap my fan to the grave
Where all my feeling at, talk that shit
Now it's a roof, but these stars say where my ceiling at (talk that shit [?])
Can't too many stitch boss man on they fitted cap
Rappers used to be heroes
Now they shoot us down like we freethrows
Like killing a rapper the cheat code (talk that shit)
Popping percs is cooler than selling kilo (talk that shit)
Women showing too much, looking like cheap ho
And I hope you know and she know
They gone try to take you fore you Takeoff
Long live migo
[Chorus]
Rocket man
This world makes me wanna fly away now
Rocket man
I need the whole world to sang this shit with me
Let's go
I got all these chains on me like a rocket man

[Verse 2]
It's gone be hard to stop it
Now since I'm older man, it's hard to watch it
Black on black crime, I was the carbon copy
My hustle different man, I starved and got it
My money different, I produced it
Acted and directed and shot the pilot
Never hurt no one, didn't deserve the violence
Them n***as died for shooting the other pilot
Tears in my eyes [?] I'm looking at the world change
Hypnotized by money as I'm looking at the girls change
Men turning to women tryna play girl sports
Get yo ass out that pool, and go try Michael Phelps
Ain't too many left, everybody think 'bout death
God mad, but everybody outchea, he coming back soon
Death done blacked my eye like a motherfucking raccoon
Always speak my mind I deserve a fucking statue
Seen our people love you then they hate you when you got it
Lot of days I wake up, and wanna jump up on a rocket
And leave this motherfucker with my family and my posse
With my bitch and a whole lot of good exotic [?]
I'm still in the hood, I'm a reverend with this
Hey, fuck the police, and who telling them shit
Be grateful, I know some n***as man, who never been lit
Them same n***as there, never gone quit
I was you before, hoping Pimp C put me on a song in the studio
Hoping hoes take they thongs off for a boosie flow
I guess I'm blessed, I be cancelled, and some [?], yo
But Boosie still remain the realest n***a in the studio
People gotta stop being mad, when a n***a blow
Can you stop talking 'bout my past and help Boosie grow?
[Chorus]
Rocket man
This world makes me wanna fly away
Now I'm a rocket man
I need everybody to put they cups up and sang it with me
I got all these chains on me like a rocket man