So Fly - Liquid Crystal Project, J. Rawls

Concord Grape Juice on a Concorde

Done lots of birds but she acting like a condor

Something like my money I’ll pile it

I’m ill printed born way before july 6th

Just got up i have no more risk disguises

Cook it only if you let me in then i eye-ject

The way your body shaking so seismic

Gave you my heart and other parts but that’s private

That means I wasn’t in my mommy’s tummy

So much paper all around me got me feeling like a mummy

Just terrific, lyrics was written in hieroglyphics

Copped two O’s and 7

Now i’m feeling like i’m on a mission

I’m like a runway plane just tryna get lifted

On cloud 9 without reefer in my system

Fly like a hero though I’m chilling like a villain

Closed like a sealant up like a ceiling

If i say it’s going down just be sure to have your parachute

She give me lots of head i call her betty botter

Airport its like my fortress

In the air force but never wearing air forces

With a flow like a faucet

Yo STEEZ take the L man tell that we forfeit

Tell em that we forfeit

And let Joey be the one to talk shit

So fly

So fly

So fly

So damn fly

Alright

This the part where I come in?

Alright cool

Check, I’m ancient y’all niggas ain’t shit

Don’t sleep I’m too anxious just to make it

Nigga, and I don’t like waiting

But I hold weight like obese patients

It’s amazing still but eat like racious

Tell 'em save a piece for beast with no training

Eyes got Asian and gray started fading

But blame it on the blood it’s Jamaican I’m just saying

So now likkle yout roll mad trees

Don’t forget the doobie doo like Daphne

Word from the wise nigga

Step aside 'cause son is on the rise

Wake up and smell the caffeine

I’m the best there is if you ask me

I stay paraxial

Still keep em' bumping like acne

And just another youngin' he should call them twice

I know niggas who sold they soul just so they could hold their life

Just because they grew up didn’t know their rights

Now they in the pen cause they tryna fight couldn’t control the riot

This for y’all in rike all my wrongs all my rights

R.I.P.

to all my niggas who saw the heat got iced

World is not nice… yeah… nigga

(yo steez get ur fat ass over here hahahaha)

All I need is uhh

Mary Jane, a paper and pen

If infatuations a sin please say it again

And if our world is filled with good people

Then why we fall victim to the root of all evil?

Yeah my mind’s set on fly shit

But my mindset is more on that Marley and Nas tip

You ain’t fly yet boy you’s an ostrich

I left the coup like Corvettes in '96

And I fly to it birds of a feather

We fly all winter I ain’t scared of the weather

Listen, niggas been winning since the beginning

And there’s no telling who gon' be with me in the ending

PE’s here and we lifted

Call us Popeye, got a pipe and that spinach

Eyes can’t open so I rather leave 'em squinting

Then I knock out by the time that it kicks in

Where the loud pack?

Gotta have teen spirit

Where that loud pack?

Gotta have team spirit

So fly every time I serve a bar

That’s a tax right or if she’s a motherfucking stewardess

I’m way over heads

Double entendre could you say it again

Could you say it again

Could you say it again