Fly

[Verse 1: Laws] When I was still writing down words Back when freestyle meant coming off the dome I knew this older rapper and he had a lot of birds I gotta keep it real, I was trying to be his clone And that was good enough for a town that you could say was two horse Especially in the South when you trying to rap like New York Lunch period, chicks, he would bag ‘em up I was still self service, using napkins up I felt the sun from his shadow, he walking 'round like wanna battle? I sat right in his corner and I soaked up all his game So when I got approached, I'd use his quotes on all these lames I was sure that he wouldn’t even mind I put my twist in something that you couldn’t redesign I would smile when he put me in his lines He would notice, right after, he would pull me to the side and say… [Hook] Boy, when you get to the top, don’t you ever look down, no ‘Cause we rise and fall like snow in the night You move too fast and you went and missed your life [Verse 2: Laws] We outgrew a little hometown, his mom let us take the car We on the road now, it was so epic, rehearsing on the way Getting ready for the showdown, I tried to dress, I like to kick it instead My mother saw my du-rag like take that shit off your head Pull up your pants pendejo, feeling like my spine was yellow Still trying to cop my own cell phone, I would call my shorty from his He would drop me off at the crib and afterwards, he would be all in my biz Like do your girl got a friend? I’m thinking back to honey, smiling He had chicks all around so why son wilding? He said he done so much winning in battling, the guys embraced him But all the women were mannequins, when he was my age He slept in his rhyme page and when he wasn’t scribbling He was traveling and then he told me… [Hook 2] Boy, when you get to the top, don’t you ever look down, no, no ‘Cause we rise and fall like snow in the night You move too fast and you went and missed your life [Verse 3: Laws] Yo, he stressing but all he did was sit up on his couch Recession, mom threatening to kick him out the house Now that was the start of the real trouble I started noticing grey in his beard stubble All his friends went to school and made big gwap He still backpack, trying to save Hip-Hop, man His heart's cold But it used to be so fire, all he got left is Teen Club show fliers Went and developed my sound and found a middle ground But he would always rock the same little crowd His ego grew till there wasn’t a stage left so right on cue I had to exit stage left, cue my theme music, close the curtains And that was eight years ago, homeboy was hurting Sometimes in my shows in the back row, I think I see him But he dip before I’m catching ’em though then I think… [Hook 3] Boy, when you get to the top, don’t you ever look down, no ‘Cause we rise and fall like snow in the night You move too fast and you went and missed your life Rising and falling like snow in the night