Helicopters - Maino

Yeah

Uh huh

I gotta feel it

Yeah, uh

I’m almost done with this rap thing

Sick and tired of the acting

These niggas lying, that’s a fact, King

They don’t love you 'less you dress like a drag queen

The fuck shit, I ain' into that

Too much frontin' on the internet

The streets want me to put a end to that

Too much dick ridin', where the killers at?

I’m surrounded by these hoe niggas

Like ain’t no heaven for a dope dealer

Life is a fork in the road, nigga

Better run before the morgue or the parole get you

Sweatpants and some Margiellas

Just blew a bag on the bartender

Bad habits, man, we all sinners

The Devil callin', but this gun wit' us

Do this for my niggas in the trap, yeah

Years in the cell feelin' trapped in

Drunk inside a Bently, almost crashed it

To cover up my pain, I put tats there

Strippers in my cover I put hoes on

Runnin' 'round packin' like I’m in a war zone

All these lame niggas livin' while my dogs gone

How many diamonds in the crucifix?

Lord knows

I am that nigga, these hoe niggas know it

I am that nigga, these hoe niggas know it

Pull up and pop out them benz’s I hop out

Y’all know when I’m out them bitches gon' thot out

Fuck who don’t feel me, y’all not gon' kill me

Y’all gon' ride out, who gon' come get me?

Inside the ghetto they call me a God

360 waves, hoes thought I was Nas

One time for Brooklyn, two times for Brooklyn

Whippin' that pot, don’t it look like we cookin'

Came in a Wraith with your shorts on and Nikes

Walked in the strip club and left with a wife

I got that juice, I got that juice

Drug dealer sauce, shirt off in the coupe

Party and ball like I’m fresh off parole

Fuck a few girls off reality shows

I can’t help but treat these rappers like hoes

Pray for the day these cowards exposed

Tell me who want it, racin' that foreign

I’m late for court, got couple warrants

I’m late for greatness, they tried to deny me of my greatness

Can’t hide with lies in they faces

Show me love, but I rather they hate it

I am a legend and all, Glock’ll ring out like the shots was indoors

Chopper sound like helicopters took off

Put a stop to that talk

Nobody told me that the game hurts

Feel like the fame made the pain worse

I wanted them to know my name first

But now it feels like it ain’t work