Jay Blade - Fly Away

(Drum Dummie)
(Damn, ayo drum, play that bih back)
Youngin he a soulja, he came up with vultures
Never questioned God, he know how the Lord works
When times got bad as the nigga got older
He went through Hell and back, but the Lord was his chauffeur
His life a roller coaster, always up and down it seems
Instead of talking to him, everybody rather scream
But he ain't laying down, cause they say he barely sleeps
Every hour he be up, but he still chase his dreams
Now he tryna get his sack right, tryna get his bag right
Could be selling dope but he don't fuck with that life
His mama rent due it's going up like the gas price
And what he went through, it hit him harder than a crack pipe
You can't act like a nigga not bold
For going in this world head first on his own
Nobody there wit him, but he took this time alone
To develop who he is, so he could grow
I try to tell myself, it's a process, I gotta wait
Cause what we want forever, won't happen no right away
It's like a nigga good, but then, I'm not okay
I still remember days, when they wasn't so proud of me
They all tried to say, I wasn't great, but they ain't know
That I'm the black sheep, who soon becomes the goat
I don't care who you is, this a warning, just so you know
If you ever cost my peace ? you too much, you gotta go, that's what I'm on
Fly, fly away
I wanna fly, fly
I wanna fly, away, fly away
But damn mama, why you take it out on me?
Got me building hate for every man before me
Said imma bad kid, I don't think you know me
I'm tired of this shit and I ain't getting no sleep
You say it's cause I'm bad, but really, I remind you of my dad
As a kid, that's what made my ass mad
I was acting up in class, the teacher called and said I showed my ass
Misbehaving, just to make somebody laugh
Instead of talking to me, you ain't even see what's wrong
You rather whoop my ass, cause you got so much going on
And so much going wrong, that I see it got you stressing
I hated being home, cause I was always treated different
Abuela seen and asked, "Why you don't be like that with leal?"
But you told her not to tell you how the fuck to raise your kids
You say I'm pops favorite, but that shit ain't what it is
Cause how the fuck am I his favorite, when that nigga not here ? I'm wanna peel
Fly, fly away
I wanna fly, fly
I wanna fly away, fly away
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Written by:
J’ylen Maloney

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