I Can Fly

Look at me momma no hands
The father said I can fly
I had some holes in my pants I got a few in my socks
Feel like a local my band pushing these vocals I rock
The microphone till it’s sand I’m on the beach with the stops
I’m on the beat with a lot on my mind to keep it a band
Above the beef it ain’t part of my diet keep me some plants
I’m here to teach em there’s more to a riot deeper than rap deeper than Lincoln being Black they’ll prolly tell you that’s cap
Call me professor
Gatsby exceptional with words coming back with yet another flow you prolly never heard
With somе vibes you never fеlt
Off the chain niggas mad I might have to the grab the belt cuz they been taking shots below
Intimidated by the wealth of my pockets and my soul
Gatsby is the greatest he ain’t never growing mold promise he gon do it colder
Another brave soldier caught him stepping in my office had to file him in that folder Even if I played with niggas I would leave with plenty posters
Then call it culture
I used to chill with plenty vultures but it never lasted
I tried to keep it real with niggas but they rhinoplasty
No Michael Jackson
I do this in some Nike fashion
Cream I need mo checks balances call me captain yes
Commander in chief veteran in the sheets, Please kiss and keep it discreet
Cuz i can’t go for rumors stress my mental like a tumor
Call me CEO Gatsby professional with lyrics spit some bars to hold you down and some shit to lift ya spirits
Mad merits plenty stripes the face card look nice
Yeah I said it might repeat it set my price I live my life
Set it off when I had take the bag cuz it was tight
Handlebars nowhere near my hands flipping off a bike
I was losing it
Really I was moving shit always there to lend a helping hand but when superman fell out the sky to grass he did not land
I hope you understand me
I’m hoping that the one above can help me be what they said that I can’t be
Haters that I can’t see
Over all the underground I’m tryna grab some
Grammies for the family no plan B
Cuz all I need to do is believe
After I buy the crib in Africa I’ll fly to Belize Ridin with ShaSha in my passenger she holding the keys
I push the top back all glass down for the breeze
Call me the Master
Gatsby illest to ever spit it know you feel this told Quake felt like I was in my element
Scary hours make these rap niggas neva spell again
Plenty power prolly make the plugs neva sell again
This the hour really these the times just might be the end
Pickin flowers for ya last days give em to ya friends
Smokin sour mix with purple haze I’ll never land again
I ain’t come unprepared can’t get dis high without a plan
The chosen one Gatsby the boy who brought the bars
The man below Allah who lookin down at all the stars
I see life on the horizon I put gold on all my scars
I took off and mastered lightning they ain’t think I’d make it far
Call me the pastor
Gatsby back with another word or a couple
I’m just tryna kill the game for what it’s worth
Sold the records neva thought to trade my soul for anything on this earth
I keep the energy they crave I know dat hurt nigga
I know dat hurt
I know dat hurt
I know dat shit hurt nigga
Is the fucking G
Sheesh