Flyyy

Flyyy [Verse 1] Seems I redefine fly every time I blink eyes Think big, beard, sling raps not bean pies...chill Lifestyle on the side of a shot glass, real Maneuvering in this entrepreneur field Feel...like I'm chasing my prey before the kill Pray before the meal, my stomach aches, I'm ill Crushed grapes I chill, meaning it's a white wine CM Punk flow, this fucking mic is a Pipe Bomb Hulk Hogan's 24 inch pythons Ain't thick as this fuckin' Dilla Dawg bass-line Keep calm, patient; greatness takes time Even though I showed genius signs since 8-9 You're thinking "ages," I'm telling you the year...I was 2 Had a boo: Erica from pre-school...pre-pre-k While retards would eat paste, I would try to keep pace With voices from the box that used to eat tapes Hustlers from the block that used to keep "papes" And recreational bud, blunts thicker than cheese crepes Mills stirring the cheese grits While I was daydreaming of seeing Irene's tits...me, myself...and I... [Hook] Sicker than your average And I'm...sicker than your average And I'm...sicker than your average Flow like non-other, PMF motherfucker [Verse 2] A few weeks ago, took a trip out to Jersey And then I left Jersey, like a Nets jersey Similar to B.K., riding shotty with Jay Sent me a Dilla beat tape That trip provided me clarity Minus stress for a minute, I was glad to be Month later, Nae had that hookup...glad to see The Lord still favors me, couple blessings aimed at me Cleared my vision, was sitting on my anus, B Letting sucker shit slide, boy, living dangerously Survived it, added color to this paint I speech Made a couple moves, a little business speak AO; a CEO's mind that marketing plan was me Just marking my territory And nah, I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Never made up a lie in none of my fucking rhymes At times, animated when I rhyme Can't debate that, when I rhyme; God made me 1 of the greats of all time (Fresh/High) All signs, pointing to all eyes Being locked on me 'til Makaveli's demise [Hook]