Fly on the Wall
I'm unstoppable
It's over
Y-3 right on my feet
Posture is up its neat
Not talking so we do not speak
Fuck it ctrl alt delete
Im picking some shit out my teeth
Im janky so please do not reach
You'll see i have something to teach
Got salt im killing a leech
My bitch wanna go to the beach
So fuck it im paying the fee
Im over the clouds you see
I am a fly on the wall observing things
Watch im moving a dime
Stepback with ease im shooting it blind
Fuck it im losing my mind
Feel like romo im in my prime
Why cuz i can see nine
Ways to go make a touchdown in time
Weight got me leaning my spine
Booted back up i stay on my grind
Lacing my shit up my jersey is tucked I get in the game im ready to score
Fuck it im swiping some shit its not
Even mine cant get it wont find in the store
Got me some drummers im calling Up baddass bringing that nigga we going on tour
Subbing the right for the left Ambidextrous shooting if I get sore
Melo im throwing out seven
Line that shit right up to heaven
Booker in person no devin
My pockets the office kevin
He got in his bio im telling
I aint with all of the welling
I know he a bitch i smell him
The bullet remember forget him
Im picking some shit out my teeth
Im janky so please do not reach
You'll see i have something to teach
Got salt im killing a leech
My bitch wanna go to the beach
So fuck it im paying the fee
Im over the clouds you see
I am a fly on the wall observing things
It's over
Y-3 right on my feet
Posture is up its neat
Not talking so we do not speak
Fuck it ctrl alt delete
Im picking some shit out my teeth
Im janky so please do not reach
You'll see i have something to teach
Got salt im killing a leech
My bitch wanna go to the beach
So fuck it im paying the fee
Im over the clouds you see
I am a fly on the wall observing things
Watch im moving a dime
Stepback with ease im shooting it blind
Fuck it im losing my mind
Feel like romo im in my prime
Why cuz i can see nine
Ways to go make a touchdown in time
Weight got me leaning my spine
Booted back up i stay on my grind
Lacing my shit up my jersey is tucked I get in the game im ready to score
Fuck it im swiping some shit its not
Even mine cant get it wont find in the store
Got me some drummers im calling Up baddass bringing that nigga we going on tour
Subbing the right for the left Ambidextrous shooting if I get sore
Melo im throwing out seven
Line that shit right up to heaven
Booker in person no devin
My pockets the office kevin
He got in his bio im telling
I aint with all of the welling
I know he a bitch i smell him
The bullet remember forget him
Im picking some shit out my teeth
Im janky so please do not reach
You'll see i have something to teach
Got salt im killing a leech
My bitch wanna go to the beach
So fuck it im paying the fee
Im over the clouds you see
I am a fly on the wall observing things
Credits
Writer(s): Diamonte Thomas
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