No Alias - Fly in // fly out lyrics

[verse 1] Long lost soul who's sole purpose is to inebriate Rep my state, and fornicate with blond b**hes who's period late Oh, what's fate when i'm faded? Oh, what's a rambling mind to a rambling man who feels jaded By societies' pressures, f** that, society think iphone's precious I'm talking run the j**els off the track A misfitted, dumb-witted, quick-spittin', c*nt-lickin' pap Tryna get hella elevated off the rap I see skies when i'm sky-high, my third eye open, potent the flow and the loud loud, shut your trap, live in the moment With my bifocals lenses, i peep the omen, one and the same, no matter what they paying, RIP Wayne, just saying, i'm omnipotent If you rich, you roll around in Benz, & Benzes, i plan on getting rich and rollin round with blunts & bent whips Sorry, i meant a Honda Oddesy from '06 Or '05, oh my, driving backwards like the 5-0 The maestro, of hidden lyricism in tombstones Paid two bones, to get a lick off a tit who's two-toned I'm too stoned to rap seriously, just written off for delusional delivery I stay ablaze, i got hella tree A forest burn down, they come & look for me So uh…….peace [verse 2] Because it's hard for someone who's so unfocused So misunderstood, point and laughed at from ford focus Still dope as dope-sellers, flirt game like ross geller Nothing will last forever, so is life an endeavor? Or a treasure to hold close to yr heart If it ain't art, then it ain't sh** to a fart Get that? as in, i make what i make To solely create, not caring about yr opinion or hate I'm just trying get hella famous, in my mind of course Possibly out there, but behind these closed doors Is untapped potential just waiting to glisten These fake friends, they could never listen I'm pissed but all will be forgiven I mean, what's a pen to a prison? [verse 3] Im laughing while smoking a spliff and gaining wisdom Abandoning religion cuz my mind is like a prism Instead, it's "what bosby believes in so quit your b**hin'", i'm spitting hella Frieri cuz im freestylin in the kitchen I'm itchin' for a 40 ounce, lemme get to sippin I'm really an "i don't give a f**" kinda kid &, i'm coughin at the end of the spliff cuz it's filled with hella risin, i've risen from the grave, and i'mma get to k**in Illest of f**ing villains, eyeing up in da building Building up my supply & supplying the f**ing millions Guru of f**ing fiji, d-j upon the scratchy Ashy the doobie, po-po pursuing, dodgy the piggy Iggy pop, lit a stoogie, pardon all of da newbies Unforgiving & k**ing careers when they'd rather shoot me Hope i'm dug 'fore im buried, life is just kinda scurry Holein up in the coop cuz i'm sly & ur murray I'd send an SMS text for a chance to recollect I walk by SLS and i'm instantly filled with regret How could i forget that materialistic possessions ain't sh**? And i'm standing right on the edge, so i guess time to go dip Swinging heavy a** chains make me feel so reckless A .44 or .45 categorized as stressors And i've tried calling out to god or some predecessor They don't pick up the phone & i can't leave a message