Benny the Butcher and Conway the Machine - Fly With Me

Fly with me
Come, come, come with me, come

When I was broke
My confidence was on a million
My shit was on a million
'Cause I knew I was comin' out of that

We split the money up in two, five hundred grand in the kitty (uh-huh)
All these racks, got your bitch down in Panama City, yeah
This for the haters that was plannin' to get me
Steppin' on them zips got me standin' in Fendi
This for honest success and for all the promises kept
You know I'm down to pay homage out of respect (out of respect)
But I still spray hollows out of a TEC
Rolly face full of diamonds for when it's time to reflect
I've been down that same road, so I feel for those
It's hard to run in the streets when your children know
I'm always on the money trail, I got a feel for gold
Only rapper to bid with E and do a deal with Hov
You know my pedigree respected by everybody ahead of me
The judge had plans on beheadin' me
The paperwork said I turned South Buff' to a hub dealin' drugs
I'm a Kingpin allegedly
You know that means piano keys that's white as Keanu Reeves
When they get their first brick, they channel me (channel me)
Five deep at the game, three grand a seat
This mornin', I woke up what I always claimed to be
That nigga

Real shit
When I was broke, ask all my niggas
I was focused on this rap shit
All the way, all the way locked
And I had just fucked up my money in the streets
I had just fucked up my money in the streets
I needed that moment to be broke to respect my niggas' name
All my niggas is hustlers
All my niggas

Look
Word to the stars in the Wraith ceiling
Remember wakin' up being broke, I hated the feeling
My sacrifice and dedication just made a few million
Handin' in my tapes to the label, I'm shakin' the building
We global
They got murals of my face on the buildings
And that's way in New Zealand
Damn, look at all the paper I reeled in
Before the Shady deal, I was basically dealing
My bitch ain't have a fat ass, but her face was appealing
Yeah, it's like mockin' at an honor roll
Bodies get to droppin', the feds think we responsible
My dawg home from prison, shit'll take a lot out of you
Married his girl in jail and got her pregnant on the conjugal
Facts
I did everything I promised to
Bentley trucks for Londa and my mama too
Where I'm from, you get too rich, they ain't fond of you
What? The FN close
I want extra smoke (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch

If you a real hustler
It's a ton of knowledge in being broke, my nigga
So cherish that feeling
Ask all my niggas
Cherish that feeling

Written by:
Jeremie Pennick, Desmond Price

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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