The M.I.C. - we fly

(We fly, you fly, I fly, she fly)
(But I feel so low, so low, so low, so low)
(So dope)
We fly, you fly, I fly, she fly
So high, so high, so high, so high
But I feel so low, so low, so low, so low
Even though I'm so dope, so dope, so dope, so dope
Gotta keep it on a high note (High note)
Fuck these demons hope they die slow (Die slow)
Got no wings yet but we fly though
I know you don't know shit that I know (I know)
And I don't know shit (shit)
Except life is a trial (Trial)
And you judging like you God
But, that ain't the God that I know (I know)
Aye don't this sound classic? (Classic)
Might press this shit on vinyl (Vinyl)
Might dabble in this new shit but I'll still take it back spinal
Mannnn I'm tired of tryna go viral
For what, nigga meanwhile
Ain't made a real dime from these beats and rhymes still I'm Richie like Lionel
How he get to the bag that quick?
Looking like he always had that shit
Don't give a fuck bout how it look it if how it is don't match that shit (Match that shit)
Mike how you get the bag that quick? (Bag that quick)
I thought you always had that shit (Had that shit)
Keep it a buck, I never did and before I had it I was mad as shit (Mad as shit)
Not cause a nigga couldn't buy shit
Not cause I never had a fly whip
It's cause in the absence of all that
People kept overlooking my gift
But I really ain't bitter I admit
Everybody like glam and the glitz
Yet if you ain't got it they call it quits
I'm just tryna get in where I fits, nigga (In where I fits)
We fly, you fly, I fly, she fly
So high, so high, so high, so high
But I feel so low, so low, so low, so low
Even though I'm so dope, so dope, so dope, so dope
(We fly, you fly, I fly, she fly)
(But I feel so low, so low, so low, so low)
(So dope)

Written by:
Micah Beverly

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