Fat Ray - Flying Spirit lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] They say "Danny, how you get it?" Told 'em "If you gotta ask me, motherfu*ker, you ain't with it" Lil' ni**a, better give it, with no aura ‘bout you Give a fu*k you on the corner, sellin' water bottles This that rusty .38 at Grandma's place This Bolognese and cheese on New Years Eve Appetite for destruction, my sight see blood Just 'cause I call you cuz' don't mean we blood It's that Bruiser Brigade, and it's fades on deck Give a fu*k what you playin', I'ma rep my set Yacht-Master Rolex, but I ain't got no boat Know that b*tch ain't my ho, but I got that throat Got a target on my back, yeah my life in the scope 'Cause my name ring bells everywhere I go b*tch, we the new mob, so slob on the knob Only read rob reports in the back of the Saab [Verse 2: J.U.S] I kill sh*t in the booth whenever the mic's on You know my number, it stay the same like Mike Jones Then I wasn't hot, but now the hoes all on me Not big as ever, and them ni**as still on me Used to be friendly, now I DoorDash Coney Watchin' Curse of Oak Island, hopin' that they found treasure I found peace and fu*ks with myself beyond measure You flyin' Spirit It only take a knife to turn you to a flyin' spirit Like Casper the Ghost Me and Brown on [?] dumpin' blunts in the Ghost I got the Tommy, he'll turn you right into ghost So who got the power? And I'm patient Unlike party girls waitin' for powder A ni**a like me'll have you waitin' for hours 'Cause it's the whitest snow My VVS' get a [?] glow Sunday service, the same place the [?] go [Verse 3: Fat Ray] Slick ni**a, used to dine and go Momma in my ear with that Q-Tip, now I got rhymes to go sh*t bumpin' like a line of blow Tryna grow the lemon cherry, I'm married to this designer smoke This sh*t deep as a vagina go Deeper than the mines in Minoto Deeper than the audience on Oprah Deeper than the bars I wrote to MF DOOM, Accordion when I was on the sofa So if you see a b*tch with me, she a dime one ni**as said they be in their bag, but it's a broad one ni**as love to sit on their ass when they around one Everybody lookin' for cash, who finna find some? I'ma Jason come out his mask if I was down some Knock his ass out, six seconds into the round one Call of Duty, stockpile weapons until the war come Whole world pushin' my ni**as into the forefront [Verse 4: Bruiser Wolf] Sometimes screenshots hurt, worse than the real ones (The real ones) Move determined, Ruger German, my shooter purgin' My circle tight, like a virgin (Like a virgin) But listen, I feel blessed, no regrets I swear to God, it's hard to take pics, when you pose a threat (When you pose a threat) Money, power, and respect I wanna play for the Jets or the Mets Instead, I had to invest in pills, coke and crystal meth (Let me holla at you baby) When I was twelve, we held L's (We held L's) Talked about what we did for a livin' It turns out, we both do cells (We both do cells) She realized I'm funny, kept laughin' and sayin' stop Well baby what do you call a [?] with the top off, that's a lamb chop (That's a lamb chop) Told her about my guys from the Sandlot Think we trained for cross country, the way we land blocks Honey, run blocks, sirens and gun shots You only get one shot, to make this cream like sun block Baby your voice, is music to my ears, that's my jam It's a lot of things I ought to buy you, you know Bam Still keep money in a rubber band This crossfire like my jeweler, a member of the Klan I'm single, but I'm a wanted man, so tell your friend, scram, you got other plans (Other plans) Your ass put P in period, I'm tryna sample your soul I'm just waitin' on the clearance Got dough like a entrance In for meals like an infant 'Til the judge read my sentence Read my sentence