Dirty Sanchez - Run or Fly lyrics

[Hook] Before you fly you gotta run Before you run your gotta walk Before you walk you gotta crawl Before you crawl you gotta be born Said I came this far we can't go back Tell me how you feel, cause I really need to know that [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] As dusk turns to dawn, I keep growing, seeking knowledge Keep knowing seeing cheese without my teeth showing Thats right, I'm hot now headed to the top now I got it on lock down about to hold my whole block down In Pac town, rolling up a dub, Santa Cruisin' Enthused with my tunes, got the west showing love See my name on the bills, and people showing up To see me, sh** is real Cuz I ain't even old enough to buy lotto tickets But I guess my motto didn't lie People don't listen until you're really fly Top five dead or alive thinking I fit the five But you gonna think I lied, cuz I ain't ever hid my eyes The ill minded, free will signin World domination consignment, I co-sign it I done reach my goal, but I'm not done being a minor Underground climbing, they can't dig it, they can't find us [Hook] [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] It's the Brooklyn representative, no artificial intelligence Just thinking, enlightening, ain't even take flight yet I know you feel me, pull out your camcorders Halves and ounces just ordered, you see a change, it's just my aura Over time I became a reflection of brains, cash, mary jane What did I forget to mention? Well fat blunts since the age of 15 Y'all smoke toothpicks, I pick the steak out of my teeth Bon appetit, I'd rather be home sick than home-sick Plastic cups with rubbetussin to keep me posted like pics Not Budgin or ballin, and you can't run out of here Don't blink til you reach the top, uh keep up with stairs, no competition Y'all? smoke on the regular, my way only high grades Inhale the indica, exhale the nebula This cypher secular no sharing when they offer us Fallin off - that's preposterous Pick up on your chakras, you on the right trail Come sip that Ciroc with us, no facade I talk to myself, word to God Put your hands together, no applause f** the law, digress and fall, progress evolve, f** the rest of y'all I'm Professional, and I'm still Dirty [Hook] [Verse 3: CJ Fly] A couple chips for the meal, that's a lot though Nothing but crisp dollar bills The more the merrier, the richer I feel I'm living ideal, about to throw the tints on my wheels My homies steal, leave you still with the steel That when sh** get reel It all started way back in the day Took the high-way but still wasn't trafficking weight Said f** it pa** me the J card what we happen to play Against me, just know you might end up having to pay Since I'm the champ of the game Smack down the face or just get smacked in your face Get out of line or get put back in your place I know it won't be fun having your back in a brace So just watch what you happen to say [Hook] [Verse 4: Capital STEEZ] Said I came this far and can't go back Tell me how you feel cause I really need to know that I call it astromagentum, I woke up in a dream state This life may seem great, but it ain't It ain't the first time I seen gray With more higrade purple rain for the pain I said I hate to complain But lately, all I see is days are the same The ways that it strays can persuade me to change But I blame it on the game cause it made me this way I bet it started when I played Cee-Lo 4 5 6 then out came STEELO A misfit I've been addicted to the weed smoke All the youngin ever knew was reload the demos and steam on Dream on, the plan to put his team on is mapped out We gotta cross the map now Caught a power surge and then we blacked out I ain't tapping out unless it's blunt ashes and clouds [Hook] x2