[Verse 1]
I can blind an eclipse, shine so bright
I buy five mics, who would lie and say I did?
Girl spread your wings, Fly High on a bitch
Or ride with them broke niggas dropping five on a zip
Fly nigga shit, don't get the point par?
Visualize Gucci or Goyard
On the bones of a hometown player who decided to go hard
Steady making paper out of pennies, The Coinstar
Cha-ching cha-ching
Fly High the champs we don't need no ring
Engaged by this green, meet my queen to be
Fucked her over hella times but she clings to these
Nuts, shucks really meant pockets
Verbs got enough authority to make a cop sick
Yo man even know that it's Saran soon as I get
Keys to the city cause I'm murdering the locksmith
Wordsmith, steezy in my Rocksmith
Dressing like a nerd but they still wanna jock it
Ma say my fit go, I tell that ho stop it
Then get back to floating, Life ain't nothing but a never ending drop kick
From the streets where it's no Gi but we chop bricks
Food for thought but ciao mayne
Holler of you need some chop sticks
Sac I got this
[Verse 2}
Now what's messing with that?
Boy jams so deaf fuck a vest and a Gat
Still riding dirty but no point in mentioning that
Pulling up on the scene looking clean as Benjamin Bratt
Where the Benjamins at, next question in fact
Where the lesbians at, yeah business gets messy like that
So I tell 'em bring 100 of each when these janky ass promoters trying to get me to rap
I don't need a part two to Elvis Presley and blacks
Giving up styles for free so the shit can get snatched
Before that happens Illy gon' be dressed in all black
And on somebody's line niggas will get slept with a smack, smell that
They said I couldn't do it
I wonder what they finna say the day the boy prove it
I bet my writing hand you'll be all up in the stands
Standing by my biggest fans singing this theme music, yeah
I can blind an eclipse, shine so bright
I buy five mics, who would lie and say I did?
Girl spread your wings, Fly High on a bitch
Or ride with them broke niggas dropping five on a zip
Fly nigga shit, don't get the point par?
Visualize Gucci or Goyard
On the bones of a hometown player who decided to go hard
Steady making paper out of pennies, The Coinstar
Cha-ching cha-ching
Fly High the champs we don't need no ring
Engaged by this green, meet my queen to be
Fucked her over hella times but she clings to these
Nuts, shucks really meant pockets
Verbs got enough authority to make a cop sick
Yo man even know that it's Saran soon as I get
Keys to the city cause I'm murdering the locksmith
Wordsmith, steezy in my Rocksmith
Dressing like a nerd but they still wanna jock it
Ma say my fit go, I tell that ho stop it
Then get back to floating, Life ain't nothing but a never ending drop kick
From the streets where it's no Gi but we chop bricks
Food for thought but ciao mayne
Holler of you need some chop sticks
Sac I got this
[Verse 2}
Now what's messing with that?
Boy jams so deaf fuck a vest and a Gat
Still riding dirty but no point in mentioning that
Pulling up on the scene looking clean as Benjamin Bratt
Where the Benjamins at, next question in fact
Where the lesbians at, yeah business gets messy like that
So I tell 'em bring 100 of each when these janky ass promoters trying to get me to rap
I don't need a part two to Elvis Presley and blacks
Giving up styles for free so the shit can get snatched
Before that happens Illy gon' be dressed in all black
And on somebody's line niggas will get slept with a smack, smell that
They said I couldn't do it
I wonder what they finna say the day the boy prove it
I bet my writing hand you'll be all up in the stands
Standing by my biggest fans singing this theme music, yeah
( Illecism )
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