So Fly

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim] Yeah, yeah, turn it up though, black Yeah It's New York City Aasim, flyest nigga When I step in the room all the bitches say (Shwanky) Hahaha, yeahh, ayy [Verse 1: Aasim] Rest assured I'm somethin' Heaven sent, my flow is godly when I'm Rhymin' you could search but hardly find a state of mind that's more Bacardi when I'm spillin' shit, feelin' this in my Delivery of deliverance, it's ignorance, which is bliss And pardon my fly niggas and chicks, I've been away a while No I wasn't awaitin' trial for once, I was stackin' chips Gettin' all my niggas shit, fuckin' desperate housewives And swattin' negative houseflies that tried to hovеr over All my Grind Music-ness, that boy is special whеn he talk A couple sentences, his flow drench is pretentious Lil' fuckers with they gimmick shit, people in trances Doin' corny lil' dances, talkin' bout they rich but really they broker Than Ashy Larry is, shit is hilarious The pimp is here, the swanky limp is here, the gift is here The New York Cobblestone Prince is here, nigga yeah I've been Aware of you in despair, don't interfere with why I'm savin' you now Just go with the shit [Chorus: Iyanna Dean] I've been feelin' like I'm almost there Tip, tip-toein', passin' through the air Swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath Can't believe you got me feelin' like a pimp sing Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Ohoh, oh Ayy, ayy [Verse 2: Aasim] Just go with it, I'm pro with it, and poetic No profit, for-profit, I pen it 'cause that's my profession Perfection, perplexin' those, not in proper Possession of the garments I copped from the Polo section My dolo sections is overly aggressive If you don't hold, you don't go home, ho, with my hormones Now run along where you belong, peasant, Aas' got a strong presence Aas' got a long stretchin', for those in need of a strong Long porn session, ah man, Sean, they sweatin' I perform acts of reckless, thoughts that defy court benches A little off-senseless, still I dress the more freshest Word to my forefathers, my forearms is tatted With the blood of a savage dog menace, and it's a death sentence To trespass in my war path, niggas end up breathless I been in my cage restless, repentin', now I'm ready To make my second Bad Boy grand entrance, feel me? [Chorus: Iyanna Dean] I've been feelin' like I'm almost there Tip, tip-toein', passin' through the air Swagger so mean, tryna catch my breath Can't believe you got me feelin' like a pimp sing Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh Ayy, ayy [Outro: DJ Self] Money Pit part two!