The Fly Lyrics

Pulling up late in the day

Put your face in the pavement

Stay getting paid but I can't be complacent

Unable to fake it my brain full of hatred

The blade to the veins make them lay in a grave

Falling fast like the ash off the blunt

And I blackened my lungs from the runts

That I pack and I puff and the dabs in the back

Ain't enough for the month

So I'm back at the plug fucking racking it up

Took my ass out the mud with the rap shit that quick

Bad bitch in the back with the acid

Early morning when I grab this fat spliff

Back to back shit assassin practice

I'm casting magic and racking habits

A motherfucker need to cut back on that shit

Unravel mad quick and sabotage shit

A cash deposit I have to profit like whoa

Gimme that dope bitch

Fuck it I been on my own shit

Pull up with the motherfucking switchblade

Hit your ribcage ten times

You a ghost bitch

Butterfly blade to your throat bitch

Running up that don't make no sense

Fuck it I'm sipping on potion

Blunt on my lip and I'm coping

Ain't got no enemies I don't pretend to be

Something I'm not for aesthetic identities

Entities follow me constantly haunting me

Probably karma they start to catch on to me

Hard to be cool when they testing my fuse

Never been one for respecting the rules

Feel like trigon bringing death to your crew

With a weapon or two

And I'm letting them loose