Watch Me Fly Feat. Shivs (Prod. DiamondStyle Productions)
Duration
4:13
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Lyrics
Lyrics: Chorus: This is my goodbye to life, oh my I'm raising my hands high, to skies so bright I pray that they dont cry, I die in light This is my good bye, I'll shine when I fly F.T.: In my heart you will remain, the bengay to my life when I'm feeling all this pain/ But I'm coming up again, Picking up the dice cause I'm bout to win the game/ Real Talk/ Got a black band on my wrist/ Big Banks on my list/ Good team, good assists/ Nana always told me to stay strong and resist/ So fuck a couple haters til they cease to exist!/ Ah! Skinny Jeans with some vans on/ Back against the wall cause you know a nigga stand strong/ Keep that focus on, given time, it won't last long/ Keep that shock value like a monkey in a man-thong/ Oh, that was weird? take a seat, cause you dealin with a nigga that's so less than elite/ Hail to the greatest, all you niggas see is sleet/ and cop my mom a benz is a promise that I'll keep/ Real talk! Chorus OZ: The pain is the struggle and struggle's what equals pain/ But when I'm done I promise everyone gon' know my name/ No longer play my position, I'm a player of the game/ If a picture's worth a thousand words, I'm a million dollar frame/ Fyre Squad, we here, we runnin' this like a track meet/ We hungry in this bitch, so one plate? we gon' all eat/ We already reached greatness, so we tryna be elite/ Have all of them haters doubtin' at the bottom of my feet/ I'm always on my hustling and forever on my grind/ I done broke all of my watches cause I'm tryna stop the time/ Don't wanna go back to selling all them shakes with all them fries/ So I stay up in these tailored suits drinkin all this wine/ Please excuse sentiments, I just capture these moments/ Cause me an the squad gon' dominate juse like the modern romans// I'll body fuckin anybody, show me my opponent/ cause I don loaned my dreams, but now I'm gon own it/ Chorus E.M.: This is adam to armageddon/ Hellbent on having Heaven/ So I'm leaning while I'm steaming, the angels cryin for Evan/ dreaming that I'm beaming nexta gleaming King and Reverend/ Til then I'm feeling like Marsyas with his flute/ In the booth, if I lose, shoot, it's still the stuff of legend/ Does God roll dice? A genius posed the question/ Hope he goes 4,5,6 for my fiery 7/ I'd die for'm remember me like John Lennon/ Knox taught me the grind. Belafonte? The dream/ The district legion taught me how to build a team/ Now the ranks roll deep, Adelesque steam/ You could hog the light man, you're in a burlesque scene/ This is serious, Ima show you what the duress means/ Call curtains for the teams how it outta be/ War torn cadet, age behind novelty/ Zeniths blessed, challenge me? Divine Comedy/ Church!
