Factor

(альбом: Higher Than 30,000 Feet - 2008)

Yeah, Spitta
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
Yup, yeah
My name is on the streets
My name is my name
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, get up in the morning, slip kicks on
Hop up in the whip and drop last nights bitch off
Hot Spitta, nigga I return it like a kick-off
Right back to you fool, I never stick with broads
Beep the horn two times, then dip off
I'm heading by Melissa's, said she got the hook up on Wal-Mart gift cards
Another day in the life of Spitta, happy to share it with ya
My life is an adventure experience to the listener
Society of flyness, only few may enter
You are not a member, if you were I would remember
When I met you, I am not a pretzel son, you got me twisted
Two strikes, already swung for some bum pitches
Next time I'mma send it for the fences
Music on mute, I'm just riding to my engine
Got my business on my mind, mind on my business (and automobiles)

No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch
And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean
You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor
You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor
If you in the club, and you looking for me
I'm with the players blowing weed
Right in front of the security
They know I'm a factor, they know we a factor
We know we a factor, we know we a factor

Club night, xenon headlights
Z06 'vette, I'm getting bread right?
Shorty on the monthly, I call it the red light
But I just be like, "I can still get some head right?"
I cop two V.I.P sections
Rearrange the velvet rope, put them bitches together
Got a swag and a flow, I'm so together
Got your girl and you swore ya'll were so together
Wear what I want, fuck what you say go together
No stylist can ever take credit for dressing
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, niggas spitting Wessons
Stay high so the game don't have me stressing
My city show me love when I roll through sections
I feed off that, and I keep on repping
That's the energy I need for me to keep on stepping
Till I get to the top, cause that's where I'm heading

No tint when I ride, I wan' be seen bitch
And I ain't got nothing to hide, my interior clean
You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor
You know I'm a factor, you know I'm a factor
If you in the club, and you looking for me
I'm with the players blowing weed
Right in front of the security
They know I'm a factor, they know we a factor
We know we a factor, we know we a factor

We know we a factor, yeah
Yeah, FS Jet Set, where haven't we been yet?
You know, yeah
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
Record it in the LBC
[?] and fuzzy feet
Shout out to my homeboy [?]
Yeah, real life, nigga
Spitta