Fly

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, fly shit, me and my boys at the table now Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around [Verse 1] Thank you Lord, you let the blessings keep on tippin' I'll be wrestling these visions of me getting it, thеn slipping Feel the pressure, but no wickеd 'cause I stay in my lane Feel like I was meant for this, shit, they stay playing them games Lot of people want my spot, but I ain't letting them take it So I'ma grind to show all these motherfuckers who Nate is Been layin' dope shit, ain't tryna get locked in the station I put my heart down to conquer back the time that I wasted I can't lie now, even though there might be some days where I can't find out Why shit just doesn't go my way No need to cry about it, like to stay on top the game Keep on movin', till I'm comin', so you can't stop me today 'Cause I got business to attend to and got money to make And my team is right behind me, they all brothers to me And we ain't cutting corners, brother, we just done it that way Let's smoke this pack and get high like up, up and away, 'way [Chorus] Fly shit, me and my boys at the table now Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around [Verse 2] Red carpet at the awards when we stepping out Seven deep, yeah, South Tweed up in the fuckin' house Let 'em be, these motherfuckers never been around this type shit Bitch, I think I like this, I heard there's people vibing to the tracks I'm hiding in the back, like they don't feel it, but they steady tryna find me where I'm at They shake my hand, like damn, you the man I was there, watchin' all your brothers perform on the stage? I'm a fan That's God's plan, appreciating all the love Just shows the shit that I was thinking ain't what it was So don't get caught in your feelings, had to sort out my shit and just be patient If I don't, the devil makes his way in to feed lies out Tell you shit you don't want to hear If you believe this shit'll take you on a ride, he don't care So don't be scared, boy, just be prepared, boy If you ain't here to get your money, why you here, boy? [Chorus] Yeah, fly shit, me and my boys at the table now Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around