Crooked I - We Fly High (Week 0) lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Whoever call themselves spittings now getting sh**ted on Which n***a could get it on with the sickest n***a known This is the sh** I'm on I sit alone in dimly lit rooms Writing five minute songs in the zone Then I'm gone, where you at? I'm everywhere n***a The Vibe awards, BET, yeah I'm there n***a The allstar superbowl, yeah I'm there n***a Ws in the air, banging on you square n***as Right next to Jigga at the Russell Simmons party Some n***as beefing with Jeezy, I didn't spill my Bacardi I don't care about the ruckus Trying to tell S dot yes Come and deal with some young motherf**ers I'm from the West, I do Def Jam like Warren G did it He give you the whole mark and the plan in less than 3 minutes A street menace, spectacular acumen Imagine a Donald Pa**man Jr. with the G business Russell say I'm just a hit away I'm burnt out, hit Miami just to get away I'm in the Trump towers Sunny Isles Timbaland suite I walk dolo down Collins Ave. gripping the heat Looking for chicks with the sickest physique I dicks the thickest of freaks ridiculously Pimping is me Bump into my n***a Bleu DaVinci at the Puffy party Got my table next to Cadillac Tah and Irv Gotti Yeah Gotti, you was right, I'm the truth on the West Like a pastor polygraph, on the booth I'm the best ba*tards want to lollygag, I'mma chew through your flesh Get a f*g a body bag, give him two to the chest Hoes want an autograph, I ain't even on T.V Selling out shows, I ain't dropped no CD Give b**hes the French business, you know that oui oui Who pushed through LB first in a GT? Me! The one and only, the gun is on me The younger homies'll dump it for me, you motherf**ers phony I'm coming, ask Houston Texas if I'm a hood star Smelling like Papa Doj' when he stroll through the M Bar How a free agent bring his hustle this far? Switch cars every six bars, the world is ours C.O.B., we deep as could be Creeping with heat, leave you in pieces for people to see Keeping it G, eating the beef, please tell the police chief His niece in the suite and she's sleeping with me Yeah, I guess that about sums it I'm on some shoot you in the face Dick Cheny dumb sh** I'm on some slapping skinny pimps for popping punk sh** I'm on some never stop until my n***as run sh**