Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We're Fly. (feat. Kay) , by - Kay. Release date: 11.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We're Fly. (feat. Kay) |
| Yeah |
| We back in here |
| And I realized that like |
| Doing the right thing, is like the new thing |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| I see brothers out there trying to do their little thing |
| Or whatever |
| You got the right intentions |
| We’re gonna show you how to do things the right way |
| Teacher reaching everybody |
| Lighting a fire under them niggas |
| See we living non-fiction making history |
| T- Morgan and Kay Jay |
| Call me Sweeney Todd |
| Serenade 'em, leave their necks ajar |
| Drip, Drip |
| Nigga we paint pictures, them boys photoshopping |
| They wanna be fly like Mike |
| Nigga we fly like the Wright Brothers |
| Despite others we make history lyrically period |
| So niggas is never seeing me |
| Even though they thought that (?) |
| Brothers swag stealing |
| In tight pants they ad-libbing |
| Our (?) bringing heat |
| The great, all-state |
| First team, all-American literary trip |
| (?) from East Texas |
| Then right back to the Cincinnat |
| Atlanta pimps and 'Lacs |
| When you ride 75 and drive |
| Getting high with your eyes on the prizes |
| Tell it survive, surprised were still alive |
| But its not, dumb luck never existed |
| I put it in 5th gear try to (?) |
| Niggas can tell that I’m knocking in front of the cops |
| I drive by them and watch |
| And don’t even stop |
| Another nigga trying to be pop |
| But not trying to be a pop to their sons |
| But they pop a nigga, they got it popping on the block |
| With the rock till they run to the spot |
| Just to drop a little wop on the huns |
| And she pops that ass, and it pops till he cums |
| A fatherless son got a son |
| Another fatherless cycle begun |
| But I’m feeling like I’m the one |
| To bring a little light like the sun |
| To my city, its a pity what its like here |
| Light years behind, not space but the mindstate |
| I swear all these politicians primates |
| So I give them all of my hate |
| Irate about how they treat mine |
| Its history over the rhyme |
| But once we shine ain’t no closing your blinds |
| If they ain’t knowing why |
| Well then we show 'em |
| If they ain’t knowing why |
| Well then we show 'em |
| If they ain’t knowing why |
| Well then we show 'em |
| If they ain’t knowing why |
| Well then we we we |
| I got my Yankee on wild |
| And my (?) type spotless |
| By the time you hear this they’ll be spotted |
| But I got another pair that I ain’t wearing |
| No this ain’t no hipster rap shit |
| Since I was a prodigy they told me that I rap sick |
| Rapping sickle cell when them kids start noticing |
| When I get to focusing others can’t find their opening |
| Theres going towards (?) |
| But no one can keep the notion |
| There’s no one amongst the dopest |
| Of flowers without us breaking a sweat |
| And when I’m with the flowers get the flowers |
| I place them in grave danger |
| When I shop up and I tower over planes |
| For 9/11 aim this |
| I been (?) with him |
| Pretending it ain’t nothing happened |
| Greatness |
| Songs I’m writing wouldn’t give me a break |
| I pull out my old red DM tape |
| I’m playing Take The L |
| And the shit still hits |
| Trying to be top picked, ever since '06 |
| They like «Naw, I ain’t heard it before» |
| Its probably cause the album barely made it to stores |
| But we still that shit and poppin' bitch |
| Months off but right back on our shit |
| The magazines and websites |
| They know whats up |
| We hit 'em with the jams and they all thumbs up |
| But I ain’t trippin', kissin', or dissin' |
| Slam it or jam it |
| Man if people would listen |
| Get off mine fool |
| And get it crackin' |
| We like (?) dropping classics |
| Yeah |
| Woo |
| We got there |