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This came to me in the sky
I wonder why
I'll tell you why
Cause I'm fly
I ain't even had to
I stroll through my mind
When I need inspiration
You know how my fiends been waiting
Drop shit I got em ventilating
Here's one hear it through your station
I give y'all fly shit
Y'all can't knock it till you try
All up in yo eye
That shit talk got my fingers itching
Yea I do the writing but got niggas trippin
Watch yo mouth you could end up missing
If you think they wild wait till I start trippin
Have yo hands clenched after one night mission
Imma always shine with the Mike I'm Pippen
Niggas know that
And I'm finna hit the road Jack
I do this for the scrapers, the doormats
The Rari's, the Benz's, the Caddy's on fo' flats
Even yo baby moms love how O rap
I said yo baby moms love how O rap
She told me don't stop spitting she ain't wet
I flipped scripts and them bitches interjected
Soon yours would be running thinking that she next
But she not I'm disrespectful
And then I popped her top
Her intellect is to die for
Long throat go to like 5'4
Would've hated it the scene was an eye sore
I seen you coming bitch I know what you ride for
And she could handle it I know what you ride for, it's pitiful
But I like it though
Aye Aye
Yea this the one
I wonder why
I'll tell you why
Cause I'm fly
I ain't even had to
I stroll through my mind
When I need inspiration
You know how my fiends been waiting
Drop shit I got em ventilating
Here's one hear it through your station
I give y'all fly shit
Y'all can't knock it till you try
All up in yo eye
That shit talk got my fingers itching
Yea I do the writing but got niggas trippin
Watch yo mouth you could end up missing
If you think they wild wait till I start trippin
Have yo hands clenched after one night mission
Imma always shine with the Mike I'm Pippen
Niggas know that
And I'm finna hit the road Jack
I do this for the scrapers, the doormats
The Rari's, the Benz's, the Caddy's on fo' flats
Even yo baby moms love how O rap
I said yo baby moms love how O rap
She told me don't stop spitting she ain't wet
I flipped scripts and them bitches interjected
Soon yours would be running thinking that she next
But she not I'm disrespectful
And then I popped her top
Her intellect is to die for
Long throat go to like 5'4
Would've hated it the scene was an eye sore
I seen you coming bitch I know what you ride for
And she could handle it I know what you ride for, it's pitiful
But I like it though
Aye Aye
Yea this the one
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Writer(s): Osinachi Nwachukwu
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