Fly Away

[Verse 1: Retch] Hey yo I smoked a good 28 grams the last 48 Bad brown skin big booty bitches I get em baked Really play em close and I keep a magi on when I hit em Breaking down dutches and twisting papers No fucking difference Word to my liver that white Remy it flood my system Do this for the niggas cuttin' yams in the fucking kitchen Blowing wild ganja, like them is a rasta I be spitting nicotine, the flow'll give you cancer (jamaican accent) On the couch Bootsy Collins in the backdrop Little nigga came off of the back blocks White tube socks full of crack rocks Me name the young Chris but me can't stop (Jamaican accent) Will not All my niggas trapping [?] Cause who you think I do it for? All them corner boys posted by the corner store The ones who keep the CVS in their briefs Trying to eat, got them ducking police That's how it be in the streets [Hook] Swear I keep having dreams that the feds got me Woke up with a bad bitch, she told me chill papi Everytime I wake I'm praying I see better days Wish I could smoke a blunt and grow some wings to fly away Wish I could fly away I'm wishing I could fly away Everytime awake I praying I see better days So I keep having dreams that the feds got me Woke up with a bad bitch, she told me chill papi [Verse 2: $ha Hef] I'm stuck with the lesser of two evils, no equals Black market with a sequel to the Beatles I had a bad day, don't make me go medieval with this ego Mob ties connected like Bugsy Siegel $ha Hef backhand like Federer Bitch where my money at, etc. etc I probably slam the baddest bitches in america From Vivica to Erika, believe dog it's regular Purple sour from the growers that's a good look Pass that shit around, Can't put it down like a good book Turn 20 into 50 that's a good cook 1 head away, I'm just cooking up that good hook These niggas all guppies in a shark tank My bitch is always in the mood to spark dank Kush clouds strictly that good loud Never told on a nigga, always made the hood proud [Hook]