Lyrics:
[Hook: Red Cafe]
I'm so fly, so fly
You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like
There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go),
Ayy, I ain't talking temper tantrum but I'm throwing fits
I'm with Mari in the yo, cooking up like fish and grits
Shawty should of joined the olympics,
Crowd mover, my shooters
Really shoot, give me the loot
I'm like D-O, I got that ride or die music
I solemnly swear to stay in the zone
And if y'all
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
dripping drool
Down your face
Philly fools acting hot-headed
I toss them in a swimming pool or a lake
Leave my mind alone
Least I'm not going to fold
If you
(Harlem)
And in certain parts of Philly I'm well known
(Southwest)
If you didn't know Philly I also breathe
Now you know I'm part cheesesteak
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E yeah the bul Spitacular
I'm not packin the mac in the back of the Acura
I'm just spittin some flows that's
receives especially at eve
She's grinding on me
I'm grinding all week
Trick up my sleeve
Nice little beat
I ain't no Adam and she ain't no Eve
Dick
real, y’all
See I'm from the south and down here, dawg
We don't fear y’all, we don't fear y’all
So when you see me in
The streets don't speak
‘cause I
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it
Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley
I wrap it and send it to Philly
This a drug only area you trippin'
Phew, the pack gone missing missing
Gggraow, gggraow,
inventor?
Ain't no laws
Welcome to the Loft Center
For my next trick as a rap lyricist
I'm a rap as slick as a hypnotist
I don't have class and I don't take
in front of your very eyes)
All you got to do is say the word and I'll show you a trick or two
(and I'll show you a trick or two)
Cause I can do
Moving on the roof and the hills
I'm on my ditty shit but won't forget the hood while I can
Ain't no saditty shit
This Philly shit a part of me
215
ain't said enough
Dude, try again tomorra, I shoulda been a barber
The way I slice these lines in ya head and then charge ya
I'm old school like a black
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
Don’t wanna play by your own rules
so you make em up however you choose
Thought we could be on the same team
you warming the bench I’m out of your
, aye
Bands on my wrist
I got bitches on my dick, uh
Criss Angel bitch, I'm full of magic tricks, aye
Make ten songs in a week
Swear to god I never
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Checkin me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend don't go solo
Let's bail in your car
V-12 double-oh
got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe
Three philly's from
gon' think I'm paid
Shit he balling I don't think he saved, all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga
addicted)
Catch me in the air, I'm goin' Super Saiyan (I'm goin Sup')
Re-runs of Bel Air, Philly trappin' in the basement
Ric Flair flare, I got it drippin'
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