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Intro: Gracy Hopkins Risky, vodka Whisky with coca Whiskas when he's too drunk Poppin' Molly, smokin' too blunts Cocaine, codeine Dope fiends, no brains Broke plane, broke plan Wrong lane, nigga shut up Verse 1: Gracy Hopkins I'm the prince of my city, got a kingdom waitin' for the king Ringtone soundin' like a bling, plastic on my ring, always sleepin' cause I'm livin' in a dream It's so usual to talk bout drugs Loves, earplugs, fear plus, *han* Pain, no role, fame, sorrow, and cane, sticks and dicks and A stain on the pic, like I'm Dixon Wilson I really wanna jump off nigga I really wanna jump off nigga, feelin' like a Russkov I'm feelin' like I'm Russell, cannot knock my hustle, I think it was Jigga, time to do it bigger Livin' quicker, pushing triggers with guns of my future I think I was just waitin for the moment, but now its too late I live a double life, I'm runnin after two fates Too many persons in me, eating more than two plates When I celebratin bdays, always do that with two cakes You're too fake, huh, I should be the realest Man my life became good but I gotta be the illest They wanna see me fall, They all wanna be my killers Cause they mad to be maid by a little kid from Paris Rappers screaming in my belly, I'm smashing, tennis Can he be a rapper without talkin like a bandit ? Flash cash, take it, And that trash, crash, ban it Feelin like a CEO, cause I run my own business Half of Young'n'Billy, I'm faded, Billie Jean Grizzly got that ugly flow, Clyde is too intelligent I'm feelin' clean, pockets full of fear and creams No happy end, fuck you with your fairy dreams It's time to fly... It's time to fly... (This night won't end in time for me to see..) Chorus: Gracy Hopkins (A.L. Johnson) Risky, vodka Whisky with coca Whiskas when he's too drunk Poppin' Molly, smokin' too blunts (Its time... to fly) Cocaine, codeine Dope fiends, no brains Broke plane, broke plan Wrong lane, nigga shut up (It's time... to fly) (This night won't end in time for me to see..) Bridge: A.L. Johnson Fuck that world with no rules Think they priceless cause their necks are full of jewels, thats why I said girl its time to fly... Baby lemme fly Its time to leave Baby lemme fly Its time to fly Verse 2: Gracy Hopkins Tbh you're everything but a god, flippin ya as backwards, turn a man into a dog The King K. Rules, fuck rap game Enemies and friends, my mother say its the same thang Its damn lame, damn man I'm going everywhere, but everywhere always the same land My life complex With the happiness, I tryna sign my contracts I really jump off nigga I really jump off nigga I really jump off nigga Like a jump offers me a chance to win Ooh wee, I just fucked my problems Without no plastic, weird ass shit, but I made them pregnants, I got twins now Shit is hurting like a knockout, fists out If game was like a song, then my whole life a freestyle Fuck ya crystal, put the list out Shit is lookin' clean, sorry but I got six doubts Fuck that world I'm livin in' Fuck that world I'm livin in' Fuck that world I'm livin in' ITS TIME TO LEAVE ARGH (Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Fly... I wanna FLY)