Intro: Gracy Hopkins
Risky, vodka
Whisky with coca
Whiskas when he's too drunk
Poppin' Molly, smokin' too blunts
Cocaine, codeine
Dope fiends, no brains
Broke plane, broke plan
Wrong lane, nigga shut up
Verse 1: Gracy Hopkins
I'm the prince of my city, got a kingdom waitin' for the king
Ringtone soundin' like a bling, plastic on my ring, always sleepin' cause I'm livin' in a dream
It's so usual to talk bout drugs
Loves, earplugs, fear plus, *han*
Pain, no role, fame, sorrow, and cane, sticks and dicks and
A stain on the pic, like I'm Dixon Wilson
I really wanna jump off nigga
I really wanna jump off nigga, feelin' like a Russkov
I'm feelin' like I'm Russell, cannot knock my hustle, I think it was Jigga, time to do it bigger
Livin' quicker, pushing triggers with guns of my future
I think I was just waitin for the moment, but now its too late
I live a double life, I'm runnin after two fates
Too many persons in me, eating more than two plates
When I celebratin bdays, always do that with two cakes
You're too fake, huh, I should be the realest
Man my life became good but I gotta be the illest
They wanna see me fall, They all wanna be my killers
Cause they mad to be maid by a little kid from Paris
Rappers screaming in my belly, I'm smashing, tennis
Can he be a rapper without talkin like a bandit ?
Flash cash, take it, And that trash, crash, ban it
Feelin like a CEO, cause I run my own business
Half of Young'n'Billy, I'm faded, Billie Jean
Grizzly got that ugly flow, Clyde is too intelligent
I'm feelin' clean, pockets full of fear and creams
No happy end, fuck you with your fairy dreams
It's time to fly...
It's time to fly...
(This night won't end in time for me to see..)
Chorus: Gracy Hopkins (A.L. Johnson)
Risky, vodka
Whisky with coca
Whiskas when he's too drunk
Poppin' Molly, smokin' too blunts
(Its time... to fly)
Cocaine, codeine
Dope fiends, no brains
Broke plane, broke plan
Wrong lane, nigga shut up
(It's time... to fly)
(This night won't end in time for me to see..)
Bridge: A.L. Johnson
Fuck that world with no rules
Think they priceless cause their necks are full of jewels, thats why I said girl its time to fly...
Baby lemme fly
Its time to leave
Baby lemme fly
Its time to fly
Verse 2: Gracy Hopkins
Tbh you're everything but a god, flippin ya as backwards, turn a man into a dog
The King K. Rules, fuck rap game
Enemies and friends, my mother say its the same thang
Its damn lame, damn man
I'm going everywhere, but everywhere always the same land
My life complex
With the happiness, I tryna sign my contracts
I really jump off nigga
I really jump off nigga
I really jump off nigga
Like a jump offers me a chance to win
Ooh wee, I just fucked my problems
Without no plastic, weird ass shit, but I made them pregnants, I got twins now
Shit is hurting like a knockout, fists out
If game was like a song, then my whole life a freestyle
Fuck ya crystal, put the list out
Shit is lookin' clean, sorry but I got six doubts
Fuck that world I'm livin in'
Fuck that world I'm livin in'
Fuck that world I'm livin in'
ITS TIME TO LEAVE ARGH
(Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Fly... I wanna FLY)
