Flying Str8

(Who's this? Oh, Osiris, Osiris wassup!)
Ayo
Dem boy bitches, someone send em' back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free up pussy for that wasteman
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still, I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedules tied down
You in a deep end, you try swim, you might drown
I told my little killy "Lay low until this dies down"

I had a dream last night
I licked half an M
Too real, I can't pretend
Weird yutes, wahum to dem
I took a L, grab my scales, said let's start again
I'on think that I could ever give a bitch my heart again
My killy barbecuing beef like he grilling meat
But I was in the street way before the industry
When I was in the T, they were tweeting, spilling tea
Bro this ain't entertainment
This the shit I live and breathe
Pebbled down a half a brizz
Divide it into dots
Cut it with a razor blade then tie it in a knot
My janitor gon' do his job, he's sliding with a mop
You better get it how you live or live with what you got
I'm on a country lane, tryna' skip the M-way
24 hour guarantee, get it the next day
It's dinner time, hit my line, I'm tryna' get paid
I'll die before I'm dead broke
I don't carry dead weight

Dem boy bitches, someone send em' back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free up pussy for that wasteman
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still, I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedules tied down
You in a deep end, you try swim, you might drown
I told my little killy "Lay low until this dies down"

He just a gunner for the camera like DT
In the T, knee deep
Boshed it with creatine
I'm on the M1 flying up to B3
This car full of dubs, like an SN1 EP
Check my CV, you know how the game goes
Nuttin' new, same old
Trapping in the same clothes
My little killy get it cracking when I say so
Beat suttin' off and make a racket on the main road
Free M, I hope he buss it on appeal
And she don't want no baby so she buss it on a pill
The gods honest truth
I give a fuck about a deal
Tell me how much packs I gotta flip to run me up a mill'

Dem boy bitches, someone send em' back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my waistband, money still exchange hands
Darling, how you free up pussy for that wasteman
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still, I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown my schedule tied down
You in a deep end, you try swim you might drown
I told my little killy "Lay low until this dies down"