Rolla Vibez - Fly (feat. 5ive on It)
What you know about 30 shots spraying out of the whip
Bodies dropping got you checking just to see if you hit
Your heart racing cause it that ain't easy dodging a stick
And they ain't playing watch and see they unload the whole clip
That's how we living it get vicious at the let out
Mugging the opposition just to see what your set about
Bullets swarm the air you know it's real when she shout
Somebody help me please you peak out and you scout
A body lay in the streets familiar face got you shook
It's lil homie from up the streets made it tough just to look
Man this nigga here was trill he was more than a rook
He always kept it real even let get a hook
Conflicted I grabbed my pistol with no hesitation
I'll be dammed if I end up in the same destination
Put a nigga in the ground if he want this pressure
But in the end tell me do that really make me better
Plenty nights I would cry
Got me asking lord why
So many snakes in the world why real the got to die
All this pain keep coming wiping tears from eye
Deep in this game we keep running cause we all got to fly
Plenty nights I would cry
Got me asking lord why
So many snakes in the world why real the got to die
All this pain keep coming wiping tears from eye
Deep in this game we keep running cause we all got to fly
Five flyer than an eagle I get birds like a zoo
And all my nigga stay strap shit get sticky like some glue
She get happy with a Philly nigga fucked me for a dub
I told her baby girl start dreaming bigger
Ring the bell cause im the winner
Chill in hell cause my heart so cold
Been in love with the streets since I was ten years old
All my teachers told me right but they were wrong
Can make their whole check with two players on this phone
Im balling never stunting for Vegas
The world is mine im going to take it
I do my usher in an hour we started trading them places
So many stripes damn niggas would have thought she was racist
I ripped the cotton off her back I want you all the way naked
No more crying about my problems of the past
Im trying to make a million with my niggas toasting glass
Ferrari, Bentley trucks with dealer plates no paper tags
I told you that this turtle not prepared to come in last
So please give me room cause im hustling
Mac tell them im hungry
I lace my boots and cock it back cause they ain't taking shit from me
It's how you look when you asking for money
Was as broke as nails lobster getting stored in my tummy
Say a prayer when you see me tinted up in the rental
Lord forgive me for my sins cause if he jump im a kill him
Or lets be equal cause we kings adding bricks to prison
Too many niggas dead and gone or getting stuck in the system
Im at the point where my mom don't have to shed no tears
Haven't hollered in her name in a couple of years
While my dad catching stripers drinking beers on the pier
Being average on the corner is the life that I fear
Written by:
Denzel Whitfield
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