Still The Motto

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen I go by the name of, Captain Fly And my Co-Pilot on this flight today is, Cookin' Soul! Ya know what I'm sayin, that's that crack music Cra-cra-crack music, ooouh, Check check [Verse 1: CJ Fly] As you can see Do this rap shit with accuracy Your old dude got his Acura Seized Must have not had drive If you sittin' in the passenger seat Ain't tryna Make you baffled, so please I could have your bath filled with ease Glasses chilled, champagne spilled kind of accidently Now we both messed up, can't just leave So we have to come clean Truth be told, my tooth go gold, I Midas well be your king A rubio, whose rubies glows, she might as well be my queen Memba the Platinium card shards for the silver You ain't never had the pebbles but you will ma' Bring you into the conglomerate, its up to you if you rocket Keep it exposed, whether or not you got cliffs Take it all while you can, wallet last Lo horses looking like a maverick Feeling like Dallas real negus in existence Soul get holy need a prayer, I spirit with my 6th sense Don't trust in god then money, you won't get Lent [Hook: CJ fly] She know she wanna roll with me (x2) Ain't ridin' in a stolen Jeep Ain't ridin' in a stolen V I'm carrying the O on me (x2) So I'm just ducking police Ducking the D's, I say fuck the police My nigga puff on your weed! [Verse 2: CJ Fly] I'm tryna be one of the best to do it So don't you be clueless thinkin that you could just Maneuver quick this is a movement My newer shit ain't like manure shit Went to school with kids, who was cooler with the Hoover Crips I'm tryna be stupid rich Have bread and not know what to do with it Always knew these tricks, what you want from me The doob or spliff, my boots is Timbs So I got a little bit of tree up in 'em It's in my family genes to get it, denim going missing But if the shorty got the riches, then things might go different I won't go broke on paying for dates, I break her off, she chipping Tummy full, least I could do is put my tip in We get sauced then I dip in, act as her stuffing on thanks giving Hit them curves, then I be drifting Energy exerted made her give in Eye got bags cause lately you've been trippin' Could see we had a spark and I know we caused friction All I gotta is good riddance, later [Hook: CJ Fly] (Motto never changed, it's still fuck cops!)