Automatic Pilot (feat. Vado)

Uh, I put so much work in this game, few thousand days to catch me

Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and jetski

They raised me better, look around, grown men behavin' messy

Me, V, and East is De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, ****

My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty

Respect me, so far ahead, I'll still be past you if I leave a century

Your demons sent me, Benz or Beammer Bentley

I got a C-Note recipe, and the machine is full of key notes, test me

Long as my **** from the curb support me

I'm straight, 'cause swervin's costly

I pin these sixteens up in purgatory

That punch title does a disservice for me

I'm more than words, that's gaudy

Here for a reason's, what the surgeon told me

My youngin' mackin', got the birds to stalk me

Frequently replicated, my triumph made my other versions salty

Cue the Milwaukee in suburban saucy

On my return, I'm poppin' all the shit, fuckin' with Blue, you lost me ****

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Through all the turbulence, I'm headed

Pilot automatic

They need new sheets for all the static

Gettin' the spot is all that mattered

Don't give a fuck who had it

My presence got the hoes ecstatic

My haters got a trollin' habit

With signs of panic, you know it's tragic

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Huh?

Through all the turbulence, I'm padded

Uh

Pilot automatic

Yo, every package lost be a backpack, we sent it back across (Uh-huh)

Platinum cross, eat in Rao's, like I'm an actin' boss (Yes)

Rappers rabble, force **** out in the Pescators (I know)

That's the sport, food for thought, they wouldn't pass a fort (At all)

Harlem icon, Dazzler mixed with Dylan (Tell 'em)

I spit fire and make coke stretch with my right arm (Uh-huh)

So fast, pitchin' 8-Balls, should be watered to Cyan (Uh-huh)

Pelicans get they fly on (Uh-huh)

Definite like they Zion

You players stop, put money on you like player props

Silence a potato pop, turn this shit in the tater tots (Uh)

Tryna shake the block, played the block till 'round eight o'clock (Uh-huh)

See the ones I gave the rock to, well who I paid to watch?

Be the lookouts, council meet at the cookout

Let's get drunk and discuss all the bad bitches we shook out

Chicks the last we took out, Candyman, the hook out

**** ain't hot-hot, just another fire to put out, ****

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Through all the turbulence, I'm headed

Pilot automatic

They need new sheets for all the static

Gettin' the spot is all that mattered

Don't give a fuck who had it

My presence got the hoes ecstatic

My haters got a trollin' habit

With signs of panic, you know it's tragic

We ain't cut from the normal fabric

Through all the turbulence, I'm padded

Pilot automatic

Check out, my watch nice

These **** play security, they top flight (Uh)

Crankin' Dédé, I kick it like Pelé, got your mom tight

The time right, some powder in the sky like I'm LeBron knight

Stack that paper till it look down on you, like LeBron height

Black leather jacket, Fonz type, this is a don's life (Don)

Chocolate outsides, leather seats white, look like a Klondike

This Cuban look like shattered glass, remind me of a bar fight

Project bitch that answered the phone and know how to talk white

I caught flights, on the line with Gervonta, we talk fights

I done ran in spots, so it's nothin' for me to walk light

Street Fight' like Vega, Sega, I begged my moms for

Now I cop Bottega, played Vegas, seen shit that 'Pac saw ('Pac)

I look important, Rick Owens on me, we on the top floor (You seen me)

Slimin' Banks, I'm smokin' this popper, listenin' to Shabbah Ranks

Gallery department got me lookin' like I probably paint

I used to hop the train, now a Celine umbrella block the rain, it's poppin'

The guy in Queens, multiple personality dream-team

The thousand dollar jean fiend, you cut me now, I bleed green

I made my comeback in the muds, done made it out and squeak clean

I'm lucky to live so long, we learned about the struggle pre-teen

When I come home, the streets scream, a New York City jeep scene

Two-hunnid thousand seat lean, a pound allowed, I keep steam

I get the rollout when shoppin', a twenty in receipt king

Call me it all but disloyal, a champion's a speed ring

Call the photographers, I make it rain with my deposit wrist

I'm on the poppin' list, turned all my losses to positives

All my heat calls are anonymous, we're here to alter this

I'm gon' be showin' out regardless, make all of 'em hostages

I hoarded body count collages in my closets

You catch me sleep, you see dollar signs through my eyelids

I've been around the world nice, check out my mileage

Without a stylist, merchandise for my pilots, ****