Official T-Rob - Fly High LA (feat. YungType)

Regardless if I’m taking flight, no feathers
I swear these rainy days be hitting like it’s muggy weather
(Aye)
Had countless times of when I try to give in
But I got missions to fulfill and nah I can’t forget it
(Aye)
Avoiding thoughts of suicide, I said it
I’ll try my hardest, know I gotta keep my shit together
(Aye)
I’m aching, Praying that these days get better
But not a soul could change the fact that my bro gone forever
Malcolm’s name will never die
Stay alive!
Dreams to ball like Malachi
Still reside!
As I look into the sky
With my eyes told my brother Fly high!
Fly high!
All this pain deep up inside
My heart
Really changing up my vibe...
It’s not fine
You were just here by my side...
By my side
As I look into the sky
I cry, on that sentimental shit
Lately life been kinda crazy
Fucking up my mental shit
I seen you on a daily basis
Sometimes I forget you dipped
Remember all them conversations
That we had up in that whip
Sad to say ya life was taken
How we talked about that shit?
Not no “know it all”
I try to be prepared for all the tricks
But god is always gonna hit you with some shit you can’t predict
That’s a fact
I’m not woke, but I’ve been on my restless shit
For my bro Ima get this hit
Malcolm’s name will never die
Stay alive!
Dreams to ball like Malachi
Still reside!
As I look into the sky
With my eyes told my brother Fly high!
Fly high! (Y T)
(Y T)
And this shit hit me was so unexpected
And why they take my bro and why he had to go
I got so many questions feel like they rejected
So I just cop a ounce & put it in a row
Met bro in 6th grade
7th grade we was making this shit
And they never thought we get paid
8th grade LA moving the whip knowing we’d ah been straight
12th grade...
Don’t even lemme get to it cause that was his check days
Screaming long live bro
You belong right here with me
With a wood we could roll
And we’d ride round inna city
While you callin up da hoes
Member the shit I will never forget
Malcolm’s name will never die
Stay alive!
Dreams to ball like Malachi
Still reside!
As I look into the sky
With my eyes told my brother Fly high!
Fly high!
Let’s get this shit started, C’mon man
Stop
Always fucking with me!
Shit!
You saying it wrong
You're supposed to be like, Stop!
(Ehhhh)
Hell no!
Yo you hear me tryna talk?
Stop fucking me...
Nah, they be like this in New York
The fuck is wrong with you nigga? (Ha ha)
Shut the fuck up nigga
This how the cappers that’s calling people be
(Get the family)
Fuck!

Written by:
Malcolm Bowser, Robert Hourruitiner, Simeyon Moore, Tommy Robinson

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