[Intro: Fes Taylor]
You gotta have swag to pull this one off
It's like ya'll rappers scared to make money, huh?
[Fes Taylor]
Breeze wit the top down
Kinda cool when you eating at the top now
Still move like a player from the Chi-Town
I'm S.I. bound, now I take the top down
I ride around, what up, ma, jump in the car
Pull in the hotel, you can jump on the rod
I 'bust a rhyme' like 'oh my God'
Playing wit the big joker, I hold my cards
Place ya bet, pace my steps
Park Hill Project, the place I rep
Like Henry the VIII, I make my reps
So I still chase paper til I face my d**h
After we say grace, what's left
Drop a j**el, out my chain or my bracelet I left
Know the ones that's struggled, embrace this best
We ain't have nothing, got a taste of the best
[Chorus: Fes Taylor]
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Fly, fly, fly away with me
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Fly, fly, fly away with me
I'm so high, I can touch the sky
So proud, I can walk on the clouds, say it loud now
I'm so high, I can touch the sky
So proud, I can walk on the clouds, say it loud now
[Fes Taylor]
We on the come up now, shorties smile
Hoes looking at the kid like he come up, how
I ain't trick no bread, I just run up town
Trying, to flood the town wit a couple of pounds
Last vacation, we spent ten thou'
You know, sky high, looking down from the penthouse
Haters rather see me in the big house
So I make a couple bucks, slide 'fore the pigs out
Big chain looking like he switch lanes
When the light hit 'em like the signal flashing
n***a you ain't balling, you single flashing
Plus I'm still single, I mingle in Aspen
You a hasbeen, I was getting cash then
f**ing with broads, pop ecst' like aspirins
Past tense, he ain't been back sense
Came back with a suntan and an accent
[Chorus til fade]