Fly Me In

[INTRO]
Welcome to Realitary Records
I'm your CEO {{Crank Lucas}}
So you want a job, huh?
You think you ready?
Alright. Well, go over there and tell 'em...

Go ahead and fly me in [x8]

[HOOK x2]
I said, I turn everything into a job (yeah I do)
Working taking no days off (yeah I do)
Grinding is a hobby, better yet a habit
Broke is not an option, I just gotta have it

[VERSE 1: Crank Lucas]
They call me Floman (yup) the Barbarian
Cause I be bar-buryin' rappers all over Maryland
I'm all over post-up where you can't
I'm an envelope, every where I go I'm stamped

This is training day, coppin' for the low, stop peddlin'
Double back, re it up, that's the hustler's regimen
My shit goes {{b-r-r-r-r-r-r-r}}, when I'm countin' my bread
Niggas see them stacks they jealous like dry breads

Work raps, two raps, three raps, four
Realitary is an army on a world wide tour
We hustle cause we have to, fly cause we like to
Money's so precious, Jai White like Michael

No shit, I love being me
I should change my name to Run DMV
I'm damn near perfect, but nobody is
You niggas got a lot to learn, but nobody's quizzin'

[HOOK x2]

Go ahead and fly me in [x8]

[VERSE 2: Crank Lucas]
I gets busy, I gets money then gets boogie to the
Crib with, I gets bombin gets pussy got
Two twin broads named Karen and Sharon
Together they sharin to care for this dick

Now I'm thinkin' I should teach these bitches hustlin'
Cause sex sells and my music ain't fuckin' 'em
Naw, I'm tryin' to get rid of these hoes
Where I lay my head is my home but I don't live in these hoes (get it?)

They call me 'X', 'Honey', or 'Dash Q'
Speakers like a jail cell, hundred bars pass through
Cookin' in the lab is like cookin' in the kitchen
I'm heating up the microwave but you gonna do the dishes

You more thorough than the hitman (fuck that)
You niggas got no guts like blunt wraps
Put your bread up and maybe I'll battle ya
I drive Dodge Challengers, I don't dodge challenges

[HOOK x2]

Go ahead and fly me in [x8]