Flight 187

Album: Before I Self Destruct (2009)
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  • From the day you're born 'til the day you die
    If you're one of the poor ones
    You just gotta work hard

    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider

    They putting pressure on me, son
    Now they want me to snap
    End up like X and Whitney
    In my mansion smoking crack i'm paranoid
    I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me
    Forget the kids
    I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney
    Man, Dre won't mix my records
    Now I need to talk to Jimmy
    I'm falling back in my old ways
    I'm riding with the semi
    Who's calling me? It's Chris
    He's on the other line with Diddy
    But I don't wanna talk right now
    My day is going shitty
    Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man
    Isn't he from Marcy?
    They say he's growin dreads and now
    He's talking like a Yardie
    Man, everything is changing
    I don't understand a thing
    I guess this is that bullshit
    That all the money brings i'm on flight

    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider

    My baby mama boyfriend like to talk
    Like he can hurt me
    I'm laughing cause she kissed him in
    His mouth and gave him herpes
    That just makes him one of 50
    Niggas wanting to murk me
    Niggas found my truck and burnt it
    Up out there in Jersey you can ask my son
    He'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy"
    She filled his head with shit and now
    I think he fuckin' hates me
    Shady didn't invent me but a star
    Is what he made me
    I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I
    Told you what he paid me
    He gave me all the pills he had left
    That's why I'm so high
    It makes me feel so good now that
    I'm not so scared to die
    I wish a nigga would
    I dare a motherfucker try
    You get at me and miss you
    Kiss your black ass good-bye i'm on flight

    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider

    My lawyers on retainers every month
    I give ‘em stacks in case they wanna send me
    Up for murder like Max
    Man I wasn't the shooter
    I was never on the scene
    So if they do forensics they'll
    Find out it wasn't me
    There's no need for a lie detector
    I ain't sayin shit
    The more you talk the higher
    Chances you're doing a bid
    Today I read the paper
    It said Tru Life caught a case
    They said they found a victim with
    A knife stuck in his face
    I spoke to Michael Vick
    I told him I'm happy he home
    You tell them crackers sorry nigga
    Then you get back on
    When dogs are fighting in the
    Hood nobody gives a fuck
    So you get back and shake it on the field
    Show them what's up i'm on flight

    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
    Departure from the hood
    Destination hell or heaven
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
    I'm a rider, say I'm a rider Writer/s: Curtis Jackson, Julio Gutierrez, Sheldon Raglan
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, The Administration MP, Inc.
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