Fly

Uggh x8
Oh x4
Uggh uggh

VERSE 1
(Keeng Cut)

HIGH! something like a drone or a satellite/
Fly! to be greater all you got to do is/
Try! they talkin' bout which rapper gay, but n****/
I! don't give a f*** about none of that/
Keeng Cut bout 6 zeros with 70 all in front in of that/
Only time people call my phone is when they want something and I ain't feelin' that/
I hit Steph I got tired of wreckin' my damn self on all my songs/
He said "get 'Keem up on that ho" said you sho right cuz he can't go wrong/
I was on 46 with a CD and a dream half the n***** on my team sold crack or sip lean/
Wanna run for the mayor but the piss is cloudy/
But every jewel that I spit be the opposite/
I'ma World Culture King need a lot of s***/
Need a lot of places fuck a lot of faces/
Need better attorneys but I don't catch no cases/
Slip on Alexander McQueen no shoelaces/
Always got to go hard can't be complacent/
Want the big mall with the movie theater adjacent/
Walk-in vaults and bars for wine tasting I'm so impatient cuz I slept in a basement/
Now I'm scaring these sucker ass rappers like Jason/
Building North Tulsa like a damn brick mason I'm In My Own Lane and I'm always racing/
I'm higher than a b**** every day a vacation FLY/

HOOK

Fly spittas wrecking beats (knoimtalmbout?)/
Fly n***** off that NST (knoimtalmbout?)/
Fly playas out here doing they thang/
It's just that Flavor Keeng, Yung Lyfe and Buddy the Brain (I,I,I)
(Repeat)

VERSE 2
(Steph Simon)

Playas Choice what I'm sippin' in the back of the Pony politickin'/
Zo strip for my chicken yo b**** in my business/
Tell her fall back like an altar call I'm too fly I could never fall/
Even if I did hit the ground hard that got it out the mud like a groundhog/
Started with a 50 pack and a Sharpie now you see a n***** name on the marquee/
All cuz I got aim like a marksman n***** try to knock me a turn around and mock me/
I thought I had one child took a risk with the last one thou/
Gotta flip it like a hundred times, I just want to make Pimp C proud/ Big Pimpin in the Brady District til we pullin up in Mercedes-Benzes/
Gold on me like an Egyptian stepping out raw like I need mixing/
World Culture put the globe on game til b**** stop spinning/
I ain't worried about appearance long as that b**** run gotta have that engine/
Only run with the winners same n***** that we lost with paid the cost with/
Now we all on some fly s*** it cut a check on some boss s*** it don't stop b****/
On the canopy looking fresh like a mannequin Charlie Red I'm a flavor King/
It's going down in history Double S, Hakeem and Keeng oooh/

HOOK

Fly spittas wrecking beats (knoimtalmbout?)/
Fly n***** off that NST (knoimtalmbout?)/
Fly playas out here doing they thang/
It's just that Flavor Keeng, Yung Lyfe and Buddy the Brain (I,I,I)
(Repeat)

VERSE 3
(Hakeem Eli'juwon)

I'm thinking bout bread with no limits to spending/
I'm standing on something to me it's expensive/
I came from the bottom I'm still at the bottom pussy boys hating but don't know the problem/
No way to call it so I roll up the Kush and get back to the ballein'/
My vision so illy I'm sick with it b**** slobbing all on my dick like it's licorice/
When I went to go get the b**** she was passenger side with me puffin the Middleton/
I still remember the freeway, she gave me top for the whole ride/
I think I'm Jeezy I brought the church to the street so you better believe me/
One double O how I keep it (aye) I know you smell what I'm chiefin/
I only f*** with the gas I probably blow through the bag just/
Tulsa World got it poppin' we ripping and running and execute options/
The town going up and we king in the under/
Was stuck In the hood with my stomach on hunger/
I had to get out and get up my on my hustle/
CTS livin' the s*** on the reala/
I remember trying to make do with no training/
Had to learn the game in the hardest way but I'm still living I'm thankful/
These n***** try to up rank you like they really can't get stanky/
I'm at King kiss my cane break my bread off ho thank you/
You see Co$t to Smoke Tulsa World bout that knowledge n*****/
We the truth in the game we ain't into the hype/
We take yo mic and we turn up your life this is my Testament f*** your irrelevance/
Keeno, Hakeem and Steph Simon like veterans/
I can't be seen with you pussies you f*** n***** can't get no bread with me/

Outro
(Keeng Cut)

Its just that Flavor Keeng, Yung Lyfe and Buddie the Brain
Uggh 17x
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