| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| It might be a phase but I’m stoning
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| I might blaze in the morning
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| I’m driving the conversation with Charlamagne in the morning
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| I sometimes blaze when I’m horny, make you savor me only
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| Mr. Smith would you stay with me? |
| I’m a major league shorty
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| Don’t bother tracing me poorly, Polaroid for the win still
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| Don’t you know that I sin still?
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| My dichotomy crazy you probably couldn’t sit still
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| I vibe with Sway in the morning
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| I’m amazing, don’t worry
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| I write my name for the story, don’t mind my lane bitch, I’m Tory
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| Y’all as sacred as Maury, I’m inflating my glory
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| Ain’t no debate, I ain’t sorry, bet you hate me, I get it
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| You lame and may be pathetic, my DNA is poetic
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| Hey I mean it’s genetics, I’m sacred but they just catching up
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| Eliminate factors but always take the grant
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| Don’t imitate a pastor but I more than chase the facts
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| I’m sittin' on this paper like I’m rollin' with the bank
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| I mastered simply knowing how to rap, respect it
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| You hamster in this bowl, you just a rat, defective
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| I battle little boys and make 'em men
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| Remember the intro of many men?
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| Respect is what I’m on and you should know I’ma stay strong
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| I rev the engine, all I know is go like a Veyron
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| And you must like the flavor, wanna lick on me
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| Yeah baby you must like the wave, you tryna swim on me
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| You must think I’m fly (No wonder you so close, oh)
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| You must think I’m fly (We smokin' in my home, so)
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| You must think I’m fly (Got backwoods for the low, low)
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| You must think I’m fly (Yeah, ayy)
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| Fist full of dollars, punchlines kick your ass like Chris Wallace
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| Stuffing pockets, they fat with split wallets
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| Live lawless, uh, her lip gloss is my dick polish, uh, uh
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| New bounce, I never knew balance
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| Cashing a cheque, I like the new balance
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| They watch, somehow I do balance it
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| Walk in my shoes up in these New Balances, ayy
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| A tight rope, raise the stakes, raise hell 'til heaven is at its gate
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| These niggas snake and fake and nothing’s sacred
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| For heaven’s sake, I was ready to die working grave shifts
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| God is gracious, now it’s steak with my side and my main bitch
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| Yeah, I was lost in a maze, now they shocked and amazed, it’s amazing
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| Yeah, I know my fears are only mine, I know my fears are in my mind
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| I got no fears except for time, I took those fears and made them mine
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| I can’t go back 'cause I can’t change that, made some change now I can’t change
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| back
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| Things felt strained, I had to change that
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| But when shit gets strange you need your game back
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| You must think I’m fly (No wonder you so close, oh)
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| You must think I’m fly (We smokin' in my home, so)
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| You must think I’m fly (Got backwoods for the low, low)
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| You must think I’m fly (Whoa)
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly
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| You must think I’m fly |