Lyrics:
minute and then the next you're flat broke
Rhyme about fly bitches, Daytona, hardheaded Spokes
Pockets once was phat but now your bummin' smokes
And now
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
by, I'm acting fine, but I'm losing composure
Trying to see those eyes, you look so fine, but it's just like I can't get any closer
Uh, I didn't even
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
while you eat it up
Negotiate with you for a minute then beat it up
Underground laws the rules still apply
Mackin' is an art reserved for the fly
She
my juniors bow
Still do this for the cake and still do dis for chow
They say wen dem don blow they turn stupid or proud
I guess I'm stupid and proud
Malaysia?
Ain't no argument
I'm eloquent
With my words
And linguistics that I abuse
MC's wanna bite
But still got on
Some loose baby tooth
My rhymes so hot
We
yo, I would set it
And tell the DJ run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
Tellin all the honeys I was Slick
goin' three shots in the game
JID free throwin' yuh, jID free throwin'
And thats my ego, egoin', fly, like an eagle
Still goin' in
Uh, it ain't over yet
on the floor with a fly step
(I got ta) Come on strong like a bicep
(I got ta) Ball up my fist, that's the power sign
And MC's clean up your act cause it's
the reason the DJ's half hearted
You're a dark bastard
Hit his wife years in the past
Gotta blast it
I don't lie I just spit bare facts
I'ma merk Will
Like
a lie
I'm on a whole 'nother plateau
You still trynna be fly
And that goes for the narrow-minded
Whose ancestor was the pharaoh
He went from number 1
Uh what the fuck are we doing
5 shots in still ain't got a clue
Only feeling sober like in every blue moon
Heard you like to dance with the Dj in
shit
Snatched up
And killed by The Beast
At least
Your folks won't find you
As a corpse
That you still live with them now
I leave them pussy niggas in
one in your fam
Time flies and the world keeps spinning
I can't wait till we all the way up on Remy
And good broccoli
I'm timid but still cocky
Try me
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
Loyalty ain't measured by time money or status
Unless you got same dude on repeat through the playlist
Tryna be A list getting DJs to play this
Sometimes I
Pak, that's my dawg was up?
DJ Bobby be's an army for life, I love ya 'cause
Remember, damn I can still remember sleepin on the couch, runnin ova
the .4's by me
Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny
Still without a backstage pass the whores find me
And they know who the man be
Ice grill on the watch,
talkin'
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Hey yo kid bust this, it's time to drop the flavour
I'm fly as can be, I'm rhymin' on my good behaviour
From New York City kickin' dope rhymes that
the streets coming
Up for autographs women seem to offer me ass
Number one!
At the club, I got in free, sat in VIP
Where celebs hang out
DJ shouting my name
these my sons though
I'll give em similac if I wanted to
Pull up fly as hell
Like a nigga got some wings on
I'm Giannis on the court
I can win long as my
codeine, I'd sip it 'til I fall over
I ran up my money, they told me ballin' brings closure
But somebody lied, I looked around, but still broken
I may not
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