"Planet" lyrics

Load the guns, I wanna get off this planet, phew, phew
Load the chopper with the bags, I wanna get to stuntin', phew, phew
Load the guns, I wanna get off this planet, phew, phew
Load the chopper with the bags, I wanna get to stuntin', phew, phew

Roll up the Backwood and put the flame to it (This a Kashflow production, fah)
I inhale, blow out what's left, relax my brain to it (Relax)
Know I slime, I'll slump a nigga if it came to it (Duh, duh, duh, duh)
Ski on, walk down on you myself or let the gang do it
Bring, bring that pressure, put him on stretchers (This a Kashflow production)
Flat his back and stretch him (Flat his back)
Before I'll flash, look at my cash, remind me I'm successful (I'm him)
Look at these guns, clip like batons, got thirty shots a extra (Thirty)
I catch myself and remain clam, these diamonds kill 'em better, bitch
Fast cars dip and gears, I switch from lane-to-lane like I'm Paul Walker (Skrrt)
Gotta stay sain, this world deranged, pour up the lean, turn the drink darker (Wock', Wock')
See more dope than Eddie Caine, my net worth grow, so I go harder (Ice, ice)
It ain't 'bout who get it first, it's 'bout who last and who move smarter, nigga

Load the guns, I wanna get off this planet, phew, phew (You know sometimes a nigga wanna get off this motherfucker, man)
Load the chopper with the bags, I wanna get to stuntin', phew, phew (But shit, as long as I got that top and that bag, you know I'ma keep stuntin')
Load the guns, I wanna get off this planet, phew, phew (Even if I don't get to the moon, I'm up there with the stars, baby)
Load the chopper with the bags, I wanna get to stuntin', phew, phew