now It's so hard now Trying hard now Getting strong now Won't be long now Getting strong now Gonna fly now Flying high now Gonna fly, fly, fly
Fat and weak, what a disgrace. Guess the champ got too lazy. Ain't gonna fly now, he's just takin' up space. Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down the
this space museum? well, my dick just like that telescope. Whoo, damn, whoo, damn! That pussy from my wish list I stop calling them kitty cause them
hood like it I advise them sterilize them This ear wasn?t clear to hear the album Chorus I know what you people gonna do without him And these ladies gonna
stingin' You heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em! Uhhh! - He stepped up like Rocky, he'll probably be finished (whooo!) He'll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky
gleam Take it over and gain green Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana We gon' change things Now it's so funny Cause with money I can fly away Or read them
down in the streets Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C. Home of the legends, plus missions beats For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka We fly
' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas Why is he jealous, jockin' me and my fly
it over in gain green Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana we gon change things Now its so funny cuz with money I can fly away Or leave them haters
point just like them thangs in my pistol These are the missles that show you what the blood do Blood in blood out now you got the blood drippin from
my hood like it I advise them sterilize them This ear wasn't clear to hear the album [Chorus] I know what you people gonna do without him And these ladies gonna
Strange gleam Take it over and gain green Strange Music and RBC along with Fontana We gon' change things Now it's so funny Cause with money I can fly away Or read them
by with the fly latin girl in my ride You gettin jealous? You shouldn't be jealous Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas why is he jealous, jockin me and my fly
on a national anthem (tell 'em son) From Brampton to the Hamptons Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson The brother with the phattest beats From
