[Lyric] Flights in da Mornin (D. Chamberz)

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Real street nigga shit
[(?)]
The Butcher coming, nigga
(Yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing we ain’t been through, nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)

[Verse 1: D. Chamberz]
Emerged from the slums, I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats and tees is all on us
I still got fiends that owe me since back in ‘98
Trapping out their crib, bagging up on nine plates
Always had beef, so I stay with the Butcher
Four cellphones like Master P, I got the hookup
Mac with the extendo, 200 air holes
Quick to let it fly off funny vibes and weirdos
Black Timbs, bloodhound brim to the death of mе
Grab a passport for any jet that’s next to me
If I go brokе, I hit the strip, that’s the recipe
Ain’t 3 for 10, it’s 5 for 20, I changed the energy
Locked down, 52 card over push-ups
Now I take flights every morning when I look up
Could tell by the pendant, I’m still independent
Yeah them niggas signed, but they know we’re nearly winning
What’s up
[Hook: D. Chamberz]
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yo
This for Louis V that ain’t out yet and paper that I ain’t count yet
Them hitters pop up on you unannounced like a house guest
I used to go and gamble my strip money and bounce that
Now a nigga pay quarter-brick money for outfits
Higher prices for the coke and we riot when it’s smoke
Water dripping, jewels like a fire hydrant when it’s broke
What you know ‘bout getting up early, fire in the roach
Fiend at my trap, 8 am, whining for the dope?
I’m a chemist, nigga, I could teach science with a fork
Christian Dior kicks, Gucci tiger on my shorts
I adapted quick, I feel like this was made for niggas
I sold dope, tools, shot and robbed, and prayed for niggas
Y’all should be giving me thanks, I’m literally great, I’m rich
I could turn a hood bitch into Hilary Banks
I met a plug last week, now he’s sending me freights
Now I’m out feeling these safes like M&T Bank, yeah
My last album was in Grammy conversation
You ain’t lit ‘til you hit a bitch with Grammy nominations
Uh, the feds don’t believe I’m up from getting merch off
So I’m getting stopped by TSA with the search dogs
Let’s go
[Hook: D. Chamberz]
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner