Crash Landing [Intro]
Yo, I said it's Kid Ink baby
You ready? This your last chance
Put on your seatbelts
I'm 'bout to crash land
The way I touch down, I should have a dance
Teach you how to stunt, I could have a class
Roll another blunt, burn a little hash
I got my money up and
Learned to build the math
All these green faces like I
Fucking got the mask
You can't walk in my shoes like
You fucking got a cast
See my riding through the city like
I'm racing in the drag
Got the thing in the bag
Put the burner in the pass
On the highway of life
Think I'm running outta gas see Miss UFO, 20
20 on the tattoo
Tall ass niggas you can never understand
Said it's Kid Ink baby, listen
You can hear 'em chant
I'm the future like I just
Hopped out of the DeLorean
Got off world tour, I'll be going back again
Try to front on a nigga but
I'm 'bout to back 'em in
Ladies, Chi Town veteran but all I do is win
Never strap up, stretch
Do some fucking celestines chew you up
Spit you out but I
Ain't motherfucking finished
No, I run this shit like I
Grew up with the sinners
Smoking on that good tree
You be smoking on the trimmers
Look around see
Everything green like feeling money
Help a nigga stay fly, fly like quidditch, ha
You niggas just dry old bitches
I'm the hottest thing moving
Start a fire in the winter
So raw, little wasabi and some ginger
Is all I need to eat
You motherfuckers up for dinner, tell 'em