| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Let’s go, I want you to feel this shit in your bones
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| The same way live that you feel it at your homes
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| So you could see it with yo' eyes and you would hear it through the phones
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| See through all the lies and bring to light what is known
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| When the 207 is on the line, I put it on
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| It’s deeper than any song I’ve ever featured on, so
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| Feeling out of place? |
| You mistaken, I belong here
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| What you on? |
| I faced a lot of late nights and long years
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| Weaving in the tracks, like a dark chick with long hair
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| Fucked like a rabbit, fate would have it that I’m on snare
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| If I wasn’t the underdog, it’d be beyond weird
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| Man, I’m used to the odds when they unfair
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| You see a kid in the attic, up on the lawn chair
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| Don’t be alarmed, just be aware that there’s a bomb there
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| Kaboom! |
| I ask politely to make room
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| But I fit in the first time, I do what it takes to
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| I’m fly like found around trash bags
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| So rap cats get pounds like hashtags, save your pennies
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| There aren’t many you can liken to him
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| Who spews beers when he spit and used to cypher with them
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| In two years, grew queer, Spizzy’s frightenin' them
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| 'Cause crews leer, too feared to Ryan, Michael and friends
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| I move peers who quitted to plug the mic in again
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| I move beers from fridges to the recyclin' bin
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| And I stupify guys, superfly rhymes, you could buy lines
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| But you couldn’t tie my suicide tie
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| Guidelines to abide by or die, guy
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| You can ride pine, pride lines, millimeters from Peters
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| You skipped days like Ferris, staring at my merits
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| I feel like I don’t even gotta say that’s lame
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| Because I rose like Derrick, but no past is cherished
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| So I’m still tryna rise like Shane’s last name, and you
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| I fell down on my luck, bare with me
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| I’m just a country boy that’s tryna make it in this city
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| See, I went from feeling flimsy in Buxton to sipping whiskey
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| To the people I look up to «what's up» and they fuckin' with me
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| And the people coming up to me, attempting to be company
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| A year ago, you wouldn’t fuck with me and say «what's up» to me
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| Now you say «what's up» to me, I say «I'm living comfortably»
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| The meals looking nice from the sights of my supper, see
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| So eat up, but these uppity puppet he and shes
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| Who claiming on my flow ain’t they cup of tea?
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| I bring that ruckus steez
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| And on a scale of one to ten, your ways fishy, your ways iffy
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| I’m just tryna pave the way like a gypsy
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| I went from easy to miss me with no name on the flyer
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| To being draped in all of this fresh P. Dank attire
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| Call me anything but ample time, I get busy
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness
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| Can’t buy this, superflyness, superflyness, your Highness |