It's hard to think of them polite flows when Stephano Polato suits are your night clothes, and Jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes, and you still make it even when they say your flight closed.

But you could miss me with all that, diss me then crawl back. I really wish yall would fall back, but gettin rich suppose to solve that.

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned

Good women are rare too, none of them have come close

I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings

I'll slow roast ya, got no holster

I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.