Airplanes (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse] Since '99 I've been dope in this, focusing, unfocusing Sure as the sun floats, as sure as the sun's smoking I was the gun-toting-est, my cuz told me "Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens" I said, "I disagree," then I let Superhead lick on me Stroking the kitten of Kat Stacks 'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches Next stop, to the top, I done went from A to X-Y Almost at Z, chilling at a rest stop My new bitch, call her my PS3—you? Your bitch pussy, call it my Xbox Me, I'm the rhyme ruler Me and Denaun together deadly as Nas in his prime You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor Since '92, been a highly touted, retarded truth Prolly 'bout to Eli Porter-potty somebody booth Never sellin' my soul, I'm sellin' my skills I'm on rap's radar now, Elliott Wilson Painter of the underground canvas Even though I can't freelance no more, the underground's famished Before I settle for less than average, I'll swallow a watermelon Follow it with a Double-Down sandwich I swear that God told me Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me All eyes on me! I know I'm not the greatest, I go hard Your boombox is now invaded, Bogart, haha! Look at me today, eight years ago I was popular for being hated, Solar! Nickel Nine's the ruler, God combined with Buddha Gifted oblongata, prized medulla Each line's like a computer bomb designed by MacGyver That only can be detonated by MacGruber I'm thinking if I ain't binge-drinking, then I ain't living Somebody told me I'm prolly dying, but I ain't listen By the time it could harm me, I'll prolly die by a trigger So I'm only going cold turkey right after Thanksgiving I paint pictures between blank scriptures Now, just how contradictory is it that I pray? The name's Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy Dwight Howard look at me sideways And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit You form a clique, it should be sacred, I shouldn't say shit 'Cause the truth hurts, like the bitch that Dre ditched Nobody loves my niggas like me Sober or wasted, for you, there's no replacement I swear that God told me Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me All eyes on me!