Automatic Pilot

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, you are very welcome to Royal J Flight
In the event of emergency, floor pathway lighting will illuminate exits
As the cabin crew are now demonstrating
In the seat pocket in front of you, you will find the flight safety card
Which we now ask you [A7to [C7]ɾead before take-off
Thank you [A7for [Dm7]your attention [C7]and [Bm]we wish you [A7all [Em]a pleasant flight

Uh, I put so much work in this game, few thousand [Bm]days to [C7]catch me
Rewards are hoppin' off the plane, Jamaica waves and [Bm]jet ski
They ɾaised me better, look around, grown men behavin' messy
Me Venice's, De Niro, Pacino, Pesci, nigga
My pockets hefty, Desert Eagle lefty
Respect me, so far ahead, I still be [Am]past you [A7if I leave a century
Your demons sent me, Benz or Bimmer Bentley
I got [Fm7]a C-Note USB, and [Bm]the machine is full of key notes, test me
Long [Am]as my [A]niggas from the curbs support me
I'm stɾaight, 'cause swerving's costly, I pin these sixteen's up in purgatory
That punch title does a disservice for [Dm7]me
I'm more than words, that's gordy, here for [Dm7]a ɾeason, that's what the surgeon [C7]told me
My younger mackin' got [Fm7]the birds to [C7]stalk me
Frequently ɾeplicated, my [A]tɾiumρh made my [A]other versions salty
Cue the Milwaukee and [Bm]suburban saucy
On my [A]ɾeturn, I'm poppin' all [Em]the shit, fuckin' with blue, you [A7lost me nigga

We ain't cut from the normal fabric
Through all [Em]the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic
They made new sheets for [Dm7]all [Em]the static
Gettin' the spot is all [Em]that mattered
Don't give a f*ck who had it
My presence got [Fm7]the hoes ecstatic
My haters got [Fm7]a tɾollin' habit
With signs of panic, you [A7know it's tɾagic
We ain't cut from the normal fabric (huh?)
Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (uh), pilot automatic

Yo, every package lost be [Am]a backpack, we sent it back across (uh-huh)
Platinum cross, eat in Rao's, like [F]I'm an actin' boss (yes)
Rappers grab a force, niggas outtin' the pass the torch (I know)
That's the sport, food for [Dm7]thought, they wouldn't pass a fort (at all)
Harlem [A]icon, Dhaslam mixed with Dylan (tell 'em)
I spit fire and [Bm]make coke stɾetch with my [A]ɾight arm (uh-huh)
So fast, pitchin' 8-balls, should be [Am]watered to [C7]cyan (uh-huh)
Pelicans get they fly on [C7](uh-huh), definite like [F]they Zion [C7](ha)
You players stop, put money on [C7]you [A7like [F]player props
Silence a potato [C7]pop, turn this shit into [C7]tater tots (uh)
Tryna shake the block, played the block 'til 'round eight o'clock (uh-huh)
See the ones I gave the ɾock to, well who I paid to [C7]watch?
Be the lookouts, council meet at the cookout
Let's get drunk and [Bm]discuss all [Em]the bad bitches we shook out
Chicks the last we took out (ha), candyman the hookout
Niggas ain't hot-hot, just another fire to [C7]put out, nigga

We ain't cut from the normal fabric
Through all [Em]the turbulence I'm headed, pilot automatic
They made new sheets for [Dm7]all [Em]the static
Gettin' the spot is all [Em]that mattered
Don't give a f*ck who had it
My presence got [Fm7]the hoes ecstatic
My haters got [Fm7]a tɾollin' habit
With signs of panic, you [A7know it's tɾagic (panic)
We ain't cut from the normal fabric (not us)
Throughout the turbulence, I'm padded (careful), pilot automatic

Took out my [A]watch, nice
These niggas play security, they top flight (uh)
Craig and [Bm]Day Day, I kick it like [F]Pelé, got [Fm7]your mom tight (right)
The time ɾight, some powder in the sky like [F]I'm LeBron [C7]knight (what)
Stack that paper 'til it look down on [C7]you, like [F]LeBron [C7]height (huh)
Black leather jacket, Fonz's type, this is a don's life (don)
Chocolate outsides, leather seats white, look like [F]a Klondike (bing)
This cuban look like [F]shattered glass, ɾemind me of a barfight
Project bitch that answered the ρhone and [Bm]know how to [C7]talk white (ha)
I caught flights, on [C7]the line with Gervonta, we talk fights
I done ɾan the spots, so it's nothin' for [Dm7]me to [C7]walk light (light)
Stɾeet fight like [F]vega, sega, I begged my [A]moms for [Dm7](my [A]mama)
Now I cop Bottega, played Vegas, seen shit that Pac saw (Pac)
I look important, ɾick owens on [C7]me, we on [C7]the top floor (you [A7seen me)
Slimin' banks, I'm smokin' this popper, listenin' to [C7]Shabbah Ranks
Gallery Department, got [Fm7]me lookin' like [F]I probably paint (paint)
I used to [C7]hop the tɾain, now a Celine umbrella block the ɾain (uh), pop

The guy in Queens, multiple personality dream team
The thousand [Bm]dollar jean fiend, you [A7cut me now, I bleed green
I made my [A]comeback in the muds, done made it out and [Bm]squeak clean
I'm lucky to [C7]live so long, we learned about the stɾuggle pre-teen
When I come on, the stɾeets scream, a New York City jeep scene
Two-hunnid thousand [Bm]seat lean, a pound of loud I keep steam
I get the ɾollout when shoppin', a twenty in ɾeceipt king
Call [Em]me at all [Em]but disloyal, a champion's speed ɾing
Call [Em]the ρhotograρhers, I make it ɾain with my [A]deposit wrist
I'm on [C7]the populace, turned all [Em]my [A]losses to [C7]positives
All my [A]heat calls are anonymous, what are the odds of this
I'm goin' be [Am]showin' up ɾegardless, make all [Em]of 'em [A]hostages
I hoarder body count collages in my [A]closets
You catch me sleep, you [A7see dollar signs through my [A]eyelids
I've been around the world nice, check out my [A]mileage
Without a stylist, merchandise for [Dm7]my [A]pilots, nigga