Flite Foreign - Flight Music

Feeling faded
I get faded just to not remember
Cold summers made it possible for hot Decembers
Lean got me drowsy
Hulk got me rowdy
Life knocking me around like I'm Ronda Rousey
You're not gunna count me out
I Punch in like I'm Pacqiou
The crowd tried to pack me up but they don't know Im packing now
I'm in the ring like I'm may weather
Quit my last job and linked the plug cause it pay'd better
A thousand grams plotting on a scam and a Bape sweater
Clip so long out that S*** you'll need a tape measure
Chick you ain't a diamond in the ruff you're a fake treasure
Told myself you'd wait forever
(Damn Im Foolish)
If you don't like me
Then why call my phone?
I've got enough shit to stress on my own
You swiped that chain?
While I snatched chains
It's a matched game
Cause I've still remained in my zone
But I'm a young gaurd in the spot
No look that pass when I toss you that rocc
No you can not bring that shhh through my spot
Cause if she makes it hot my whole team getting knocked
(STUPID)
You're not cool with them cuffs on your wrist
I've got plugs in my hood with a trunk full of grips
I be slumped in the whip
Cause I'm drunk as can get
I'll be Masked up
But if I'm gassed up
I Don't miss!
And Ima take this blunt to my face
Ima smoke it in my crib
I don't gotta play the case
I come from Wild Wild Willis
I ain't got to play it safe ma
Yeah I know the Have it's a dangerous side
1-4 thirsty where gansta reside
An Ice cold block got to say it with pride
Do make us slide homie
That's a homicide homie
I know your man's cool but you think he going ride homie?
Nah You're stupid
You stop texting me
But I don't really give a f***
Throw me in the Pitt with all the Bulls
And ima give it up
Why you wanna drop the beef?
Garuntee we'll pick it up
45. hit between his eyes yeah we litt him up
Caremas ain't the only thing shooting that's how we give it up
N***** want a feature throw that beat ima rip it up
Until a n**** move from out the hood I ain't giving up
Yeah mom I told you I promise I'll never this up
Move quiet I'm just trying live and stack my paper up
I've been counting so many blue hundreds I've got paper cuts
I'm Something like a movie man
You can call me Rambo
I'll pull up to the stage all black with the camo
My bars come unlimited b****
I brought ammo
Let me tell you something new
I bet you ain't know this
Every time I make a move
I bet you n****s notice
If they ask who got the fire
Flite you tell them that you wrote this

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Flite Foreign

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