Vista Gorda

NashoFlight ignores the envy, you know,
I get the heat in Jordan boxes, here we go.
Gonna spray you down, better hide away,
Shut your mouth if you know I’m the bomb, okay? When
I hit the floor, I fill it with rhymes, you and your crew
Are all just low on self-esteem, and the youngest of
Fourteen, a fighter in crime, counting money, money.

Living on adrenaline, soon I’m off to Europe if
God allows, I’m the best, no one competes with me.
No punk can cross the line, I’m
Scoring more than Kobe Bryant, I’m gonna blow up
In the clubs, in the bars, dreaming of my
Mom getting a McLaren, while you rich kids

Worry about clothes, counting on music like Pablo with
The coke, and if I blow up, I don’t want you by my side, I won’t forget
The humble ones, never the cocky, don’t front like you’re
Real gangsters, the first rule is
Respect your mom, my dad told me to watch out for those who praise too much,
Because when you’ve got drugs, everyone loves you, we’re looking sharp.

You fell, and that was your noose, left hanging with the drug kids,
God’s with me, knows I’ve got humility.
They’ll never forget me like Biggie and Tupac,
God’s with me, knows I’ve got humility.
They’ll never forget me like Biggie
And Tupac, I’m here to tell you don’t mess with me or I’ll
Catch you in a red light and fill you with lead, NashoFlight’s the one

In the fight, I’ll crush you, and your girl draws me the bat, I’m here to
Tell you don’t mess with me or I’ll catch you in a red light and fill you
With lead, NashoFlight’s the one in the fight, I’ll crush you
And your girl draws me the bat, bat, bat, ah, bat, bat ah.