Fly (Intro)
Yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Aye
Uh
I don tasted the mild fame from my third eye
Genetically gettin recognition
From how I put these rhymes
Because people try to get you caught up
Mess up ya vision, its so acidic
They never propel
Grappling, tryna tackle these burdens
Cameras, social media, paparazzi
The vloggers, the press, may I digress
I'm ascending to the heavens
Cuz I'm righteously conscience
Bout the actions I make
When I'm tryna get up out the poverty
Wit the bros
So check it
I lost all respect and yall really don't get it
Never posted my music
Cuz you was scared to get shredded
Saying that RDI would never be nothing
But you the same person
Being bias
Behind closed doors asking for autographs
Don't need the gas flo
To murder you corny pricks
My words are explicit
Or broken down it's called gifted
In case you ain't get it
My brain is simultaneously drifting
I know it's forbidden
Just like Adam and Eve, but its different
I just got this feeling
That all these rappers popping on trending
But ain't put in the work
Because it's something you should be building
And I'm not tryna knock you
Actually tryna lift you up
Because the way I see it
Cooperating isn't a bluff, uh
Take it to the grave, store it in ya brain
I just told you something
That you never would've gave a thought
Thought out everything
When I'm painting pictures of my future
I hope my legacy continues
While I'm still alive, uh
I think that I deserve a rose
The awards is nice
But I'm platinum, never gold, uh
They thinking they bold, wit the rhymes
It's getting old
Cuz truth be told
The key to serenity ain't a hoax
Follow this rhyme scheme
I was a young nigga at 16
Wit big dreams
Pursuing rap because it's inherited
Never had many niggas or lady figures
For me to lean on
So I'm 10 toes down wit my demeanor
Uh
Everybody be saying that imma blow
Wit this music shit
Not a 1 hit wonder, you know?
But yea let's talk about the niggas
Who don't be supporting a brother
Leaving me on seen
Cuz you lowkey got venom in you
But ain't gon say they name
How the fuck ya mans
Got more dedication than you do
When you on the gram
Fuck it
Imma fly you to the mumble rap
Slaughterhouse
You so broke
You call that shit a Airbnb
Yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Aye
Uh
I don tasted the mild fame from my third eye
Genetically gettin recognition
From how I put these rhymes
Because people try to get you caught up
Mess up ya vision, its so acidic
They never propel
Grappling, tryna tackle these burdens
Cameras, social media, paparazzi
The vloggers, the press, may I digress
I'm ascending to the heavens
Cuz I'm righteously conscience
Bout the actions I make
When I'm tryna get up out the poverty
Wit the bros
So check it
I lost all respect and yall really don't get it
Never posted my music
Cuz you was scared to get shredded
Saying that RDI would never be nothing
But you the same person
Being bias
Behind closed doors asking for autographs
Don't need the gas flo
To murder you corny pricks
My words are explicit
Or broken down it's called gifted
In case you ain't get it
My brain is simultaneously drifting
I know it's forbidden
Just like Adam and Eve, but its different
I just got this feeling
That all these rappers popping on trending
But ain't put in the work
Because it's something you should be building
And I'm not tryna knock you
Actually tryna lift you up
Because the way I see it
Cooperating isn't a bluff, uh
Take it to the grave, store it in ya brain
I just told you something
That you never would've gave a thought
Thought out everything
When I'm painting pictures of my future
I hope my legacy continues
While I'm still alive, uh
I think that I deserve a rose
The awards is nice
But I'm platinum, never gold, uh
They thinking they bold, wit the rhymes
It's getting old
Cuz truth be told
The key to serenity ain't a hoax
Follow this rhyme scheme
I was a young nigga at 16
Wit big dreams
Pursuing rap because it's inherited
Never had many niggas or lady figures
For me to lean on
So I'm 10 toes down wit my demeanor
Uh
Everybody be saying that imma blow
Wit this music shit
Not a 1 hit wonder, you know?
But yea let's talk about the niggas
Who don't be supporting a brother
Leaving me on seen
Cuz you lowkey got venom in you
But ain't gon say they name
How the fuck ya mans
Got more dedication than you do
When you on the gram
Fuck it
Imma fly you to the mumble rap
Slaughterhouse
You so broke
You call that shit a Airbnb
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Whifield
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