Fly Away

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fallen Angel on the track) Yeah Back at it again Neighborhood Nip' Omar Cruz Westside [?] What up, Bayside? [Chorus: Omar Cruz] If you ask around my city This is what they'll tell you about me I'm a boss, yeah I'm all about my paper, bitch, you better have my cheese It's cheesy, I'm a boss, boss [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Big boy toys, young nigga balling Hang up in the face, lil' mama keep calling Wanna play the game, but I go way harder If I take away the pussy, it's another lame off And I'm a real one, so I ain't gotta soak up But I'm a Rolex rocker, your boy G Shocked up One thing about them niggas, they is not us Poly your spots, my women swimming topless And I don't do too much clubbin' I'm busy doing everything your last nigga couldn't I'm flying 'round the country, spendin' money like it's nothing And every time I land, my driver picking up the luggage We on, yeah Yeah, we on We taking trips, lil' mama, said, then we on Take one with us Everyday we on It's to the west, Jersey to L.A., you know, yeah [Chorus: Omar Cruz] If you ask around my city This is what they'll tell you about me I'm a boss, yeah I'm all about my paper, bitch, you better have my cheese It's cheesy, I'm a boss, boss [Verse 2: K-Young] My wrist on glissin', dodging head [?] (Uh) Get on the whip, make it look like I'm Rider Low (Yeah) Cocaine T chain with a lotta gold Go in and go hard, like Geronimo Chrome ryms, what I spent had a lotta dough But when they spin, hoes grin, met a lotta hoes And a lot of yo's didn't wanna ride with us See I done made it big, I call it my lotto ho Pick a number, 'cause you gon' wait in line for O You ain't ready for the cherry [?] Get inside with O, I told you a while ago Pulling up, riding slow Beep beep, gotta go And you ain't even gotta pack no bags Hit the first mall we see, soon as we land Don't forget your plans, no need for hesatation L.A.X. bound, you pick destonation [Chorus: Omar Cruz] If you ask around my city This is what they'll tell you about me I'm a boss, yeah I'm all about my paper, bitch, you better have my cheese It's cheesy, I'm a boss, boss [Verse 3 ?] What's the deal, baby girl? You the one I like And if I ever go crazy, you're the one I'd wife Gotta phone, let me call, got a place we could ball We can meet up at the mall, fuck it, go and spend it all I'm a cirtified gas shorty, off the leash [?] one way ticket, coming off the streets Now push off your heels, let me rub those feet And you better finish that, 'cause this rub ain't cheep I'm as slick as the [?] mixed together When the snow starts coming, we can fix the weather Gotta live it for the moment, no one lives forever Your body, my place, nothing fits it better Your boy styled up, freshed out, [?] Tall ryms, new tims, with a [?] We can do what you wanna do, tell me to go Fast lane, had to know it's slow [Chorus: Omar Cruz] If you ask around my city This is what they'll tell you about me I'm a boss, yeah I'm all about my paper, bitch, you better have my cheese It's cheesy, I'm a boss, boss