Aviator

They say practice makes perfect, that’s false

‘Cause what happens, if we don’t pass around the ball?

Heavy taxes, and I just left the mall…

Bringing racks in, health is wealth, breathe through it all

The way my hat is, they might think I’m absurd

I guess I might be a little mad if I cared

Dulce underwear and matching glasses, I’m a nerd

Out my window, I see a baby bird…

Is that you nigga? I sense that you is scared

It’s okay brethren, it’s no need to be alert

Take a step back, and peep the situation twice

To impress who? Don’t get caught up in the light

Bitch I’m running up a check, I can admit it feel nice

Visions only getting clearer and the bread just multiplies

See the man in the mirror, and I’m happy I’m that guy

I’d by lying if I said that it ain’t come with sacrifice…