Give me a ticket for an airplane My baby she wrote me a letter Oh ,the lonely days are gone I'll be right home She wrote me a letter Said she couldn't live with out me no more Listen to me mister I gotta get back to My baby once more

Hold up, walking on a tightrope How could I switch on you? This the only thing I know Stay down and be loyal, now we ballin' like the pros Remember when I used to sit and plan it with the bros Nowadays I'm just sellin' out these shows She tell me that

Gracious goes the ghost of you And I will never forget the plans and the Silhouettes you drew here and Gracious goes the ghost of you, my dear How would you know? 'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers With just the memory of your face When

I heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah I bet you're wonderin' how I knew 'Bout your plans to make me blue With some other guy you knew before Between the two of us guys You know I

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a

What do I do now? All the plans we made don't work if you're not around So tell me, what am I gonna do with forever now? What do I do? What do I do now? Was gonna give you these flowers tonight Was gonna ask you to stay Practiced so that I would say it

I'm a man, man, I ain't runnin? I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be I gotta live to be one hundred and three You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin? off with that hostile energy, in a hospital

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

We feel the same Without restraint Within our veins (Payin' back all our chances, payin' back what we took) We bide our time, stay afloat Keepin' the sun up off our boat I never asked to know, I never planned Till it was swept out of my hand Keepin' the

This is the life, bitches and Nikes Planes and Chucks, bottles and luxury And all the bad bitches fuck with me And them pussy-ass niggas don't want none of me Sports cars in the front yard Dream big and we live large Listenin' to Cameo, smokin' on the