Big Game Fishing lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
We gon' hit the ground runnin'
Uh
Raise your tray tables
Roll your seatbacks up

[Chorus]
Uh, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my n*gga Ski Beatz
Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three
Love the whole city, but I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free

[Verse 1]
True to the game, said, "Free my n*gga C, the homie B.G."
Saying welcome home to Mac and my homie from the beach
My n*gga G Style from 19th street
Jet Life n*gga, hella ice on me
All mine, nothing 'bout me phony
Might win a Tony
Award for this play I pulled off on a ho who just chose me
Nеw to it, baby girl so green
We gon' make more dough than that wholе scene
John Coltrane and my Mulsanne green
[Chorus]
Yeah, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my n*gga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me

[Verse 2]
Twelve bottles to a box, that's a case
We gon' need a motherf*ckin' crate
Everybody in attendance, take a bottle to the face
I'ma show you how to celebrate
Jet Life, just when you n*ggas thought it was safe
To play games on the runway
We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank
You cannot hang, f*ck what your homies think
They just gassing you, so behind your back, they can laugh at you
When you come at us, just asking to get massacred
Lyrical analyst
Thought I was too stoned to present that challenging sh*t
Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and
Scrambling to gather all of my classic sh*t
Realize that that boy could rap a lil' bit
Even thought I don't give a f*ck and I'm always high on a b*tch
[Chorus]
Yeah, on a mission and my fishin' for my n*gga Ski Beatz
Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes
Love my whole city, I was born in the East
Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace
Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free
Got a lot of homeboys still in the street
Scramblin' for cheese
I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me

[Outro]
C-Style, yeah, yeah
19th street, yeah, yeah
Won't see my n*ggas free, yeah