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Fly With Me

๐Ÿ‘ค Benny the Butcher feat. Conway โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Pyrex Picasso โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:34
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โฑ๏ธ 3:34 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

When I was broke
My confidence was on a million
My shit was on a million
'Cause I knew I was comin' out of that

We split the money up in two
Five hundred grand in the kitty
All these racks got your bitch down in Panama City
This for the haters that was plannin' to get me
Steppin' on them zips got me standin' in Fendi
This for honest success and for all the promises kept
You know I'm down to pay homage out of respect
But I still spray hollows out of a TEC
Rollie face full of diamonds for when it's time to reflect
I've been down the same road, so I feel for those
It's harder runnin' the streets, when your children know
I'm always on the money trail, I gotta feel for gold
Only rapper to bid with E and do a deal with Hov
You know my pedigree respected by everybody ahead of me
The judge had plans on beheadin' me
The paper work said, I turned South Buff' to a hub dealing drugs
I'm a kingpin, allegedly
You know that means piano keys, that's why there's Keanu Reeves
When they get their first brick, they channel me
Five deep at the game, three grand a seat
This mornin', I woke up where I always planned to be
That n-

Real shit, when I was broke
Ask all my n-
I was focused on this rap shit
All the way, all the way locked
And I had just fucked my money in the streets
I had just fucked up my money in the streets
I needed that moment
To be broke, to respect my n- run
All my n- is hustlers, all my n-

Look, word to the stars in the Wraith ceiling
Remember wakin' up bein' broke, I hated the feeling
My sacrifice and dedication just made a few millions
Handin' in my tapes to the label, I'm shaking the building
We global
They got murals with my face on the buildings
And that's way in New Zealand, damn
Look at all the paper I reeled in
Before the Shady deal, I was basically dealin'
My bitch ain't have a fat ass, but her face is appealin'
It's La Maquina, the honourable
Bodies get to droppin', the feds think we responsible
My dog home from prison, shit'll take a lot out of you
Married this girl in jail, and got her pregnant on a conjugal
Facts, yeah
I did everything I promised to
Bentley trucks for Londa and my momma too
Where I'm from you get too rich, they ain't fond of you
What? The FN Close
I want extra smoke, Machine b-

You a real hustler
It's a ton of knowledge in being broke, my n-
So cherish that feeling
Ask all my n-
Cherish that feeling

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