Fly Your Wings

Solo with no college
And I think
Cash dough in my pocket
And I think
Wilding out of pocket
And I think
Don't get shot down
And I think
Spread those wings around
And I think
Don't get shot down and I think
Don't get shot down and I think

Bergen bastard bumping yeezy 05
Speeding down the highway, fuck those caution signs
Hold up wait a minute got that indo got me stuck
I'm texting my piece, fuck baby know what's up
Like why you even with me
Digging up the wrongs so it turns into my six feet
Lane is for the fame, but the game be to iffy
Sniff me
Clothes that barely fit me
Tripping like these problems ain't no biggie
Get me
Knowing damn well you can't snip me

Solo with no college
And I think
Living with precaution
And I think
Wilding out of pocket
And I think
Wildin out of



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Writer(s): Dennis Ballew
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