Fly Away
(专辑: Dedication 6 - 2017)
Ahem I'd like for you to take this time And remember where you was The
first time you heard Dedication If I
asked you how many times you've listened to D2 Could you tell me? Dedication 3
was the
first mixtape you heard when we had a
black president D4 and 5, we got back to business Y'all done copied the
rhymes Y'all done stole the
artwork Tried to emulate my shit-talking Weezy and Dram' — we are the
Mixtape Blueprint Hahaha! You welcome A
Dedication I
got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA Got a
Dyke-ho, Nympho, and your bitch laying next to me and bae Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!"; feeling all on me, TSA She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A She snort all this KKK, and this broad need AAA Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA I
got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H I
smoke O's, I
sip Ace, I
pop whole Xanies straight I
got P's, I
got weight, I
got kis, I
got gates I
got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced I
smoke doobies, don't smoke J's Don't watch movies, don't go to plays I
watch cuties, porn, and play I
got Uzis on the
way I
don't be choosey, I
don't be safe I
don't get woozy, I
get the
waist My bitch balling like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the
fade Capital-WNBA, I
just teach her how to save I
been sleeping with my AK, with my finger around her waist I
been dreaming I
caught a
body — That's some sweet dreams, who want a
taste? Give the
American dream to a
bitch that ain't even from the
USA That's the
land of the
Free, it's the
home of AJ Got a
whole brick of some yay, I
put one line on the
plate She's gon' take it to the
face, like "thin line between love and hate" I
got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J I
got Bloods in LA, I
got Bloods down in the A
I
got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet Hit the
court, shoot the
DA, treat beef like USDA OMW to your trap, (Blap!), now I'll be On My Way I
got plugs I
ain't got to pay, I
got shit I
ain't got to say I
got cribs way out of state, I
ain't got no more pocket space Sipping slo-mo at my pace, lean like I
wear a
brace Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace I
remember Ace of Spades, I
remember the
Goose is Grey Now it's Bumbu by the
case, nigga, fuck you, fly away Six shit, (blrrrp) Dedicated To the
culture that Tunechi birthed To the
sons and daughters of Weezy Y'all niggas still watching a
master at work I
already got D6 I
already got the
Ganja I
already got the
Fanta All black like Uganda Hair back like E. Honda, wait Hardhat like a
condom Your skull crack, then we crowned you Shark bite to a
flounder Bar fight to a
bouncer, wait All Franks like Sinatra Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him Everybody raking cash like it's autumn Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit All y'all take a
seat on this toilet Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and Sitting in the
foreign like I'm on a
Harley Keep bloodsuckers away with the
garlic Alone in a
mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin Thought about your coffin and started barfing Thought about your orphans, how they probably starving Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful Walking on the
marble, feeling like Ricardo Walking 'round like the
campus of Harvard Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas getting smarter Try to hit the
books, and nigga hit the
target Sitting on the
charter, talking 'bout the
targets Waiting on departure, waiting on a
sculpture Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie My dick is her electric chair, feel the
voltage And her pussy better smell like a
orchid Wetter than a
wishing well, need a
quarter Damn, I
wish I
was a
lil bit taller Damn, I
wish I
drank a
lil more water Damn, my weed stank a
lil more harder Damn, I
pull up with a
redbone, scarlet With a
yellowbone car Smoke green, that's Marley Purple and the
orange, you seen, that's horror No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh All the
Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors Believe we deserve every leaf in the
forest Kis and quarters laying around my headquarters Borderline hoarder, you a
mortal, I
report her World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a
clover I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a
stroller System so solar, got white like Crayola Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers You never been in jail, I
never been in a
Corolla Then I
roll a
blunt 'bout as thick as a
Samoan This is that six shit, the
sickness is showing The
sickness is spreading, the
disease is growing The
bitches is hoeing, the
witnesses knowing The
dollars are torn, they're fishing for coins I
continue going, I
get to the
boar and I
rip off his horns, six in the
morning Then I
just yawn and forget to mourn and Give to the
star, it's 6, the
reward