Lyrics We're Fly. (feat. Kay) - Kay, Tanya Morgan, Chop

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