T-Mix - Fly Out lyrics

[Intro] We here I said, we here The back of Tha Carter The back of Tha Carter... Two Uhhg Yea, this here is The end of Tha Carter Two, people Hey [Verse] I got the game on ball and chain I threw the key in the drain I'm like a ki in the drought I spent a G on these frames, but my vision is priceless Seeing through you n***as like a f**in' psychic Hearing through the grapevine, n***as wanna hate mine Say my name and die in the daytime You catch my drift, man you better be Pathon Boy the heats on, they making peace bonds I'm in this b**h throwing up the "17th" sign Straight frowns, no daps, strapped 3 times A Tec-11, AK-47, one Beretta, ready for whatever Tell them p**y n***as come together Heavy better, n***a Super-soaker wet a n***a 6 feet under flowers, you ain't nothing but a petal, n***a I'm just a little n***a trying to be a civil n***a 30 years old, sh**, that'll be a given n***a Quit it Wayne, your Mom is listening But she ain't really tripping cause the pots is pissed in Them n***as trippin', until the shots whistling Hear them bullets hissing like a cobra at attention I've got a b**h, and quit calling women b**hes As long as she don't worry about the coke in the kitchen No preventing the crime, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quitting There you go sh**tin' on the way a n***a thinking Only history I know is Benjamin Franklin And since the future ain't promised to no one I live everyday like this is the sure one Train in the tidal wave, this is the ocean Stand in the heat 'til the motherf**in' snow come And it feels so f**ing good Throw my dope like a rope, let them tug and pull No hope for the hopeless, rats and roaches Running cross the porch, in the attic there's a fortune Come and get it, automatics in motion We banging for the bread, n***a, even the molded I got my loaf, I got my toast Chaperone of the South; I got my coast, yeah And until I die I'm the Best Rapper Alive