Young F.L.Y. - Coming Soon :

Nigga really think I'm rappin for the fuck of it
Hit a spree of jugs n it got my whole summer lit
So I plot for the winter
Pray for me a chronic sinner
Chronic winner
Eatin while I got the munchies call thst chromic dinner
Bottom been there
Ni my pockets full and imma smokin corner bender
Put my flow in the blender
Meal plan November December
Cuz I'm lookin for gains like sitting bull lookin for buffalo in the wild plains
Turn down paper planes backwoods to the brain
Main aim get the change
Quarterback my team the game
Is so easy - you get it believe me
I got bread ni I'm peepin that's the hoes don't be teasin
Droppin classic after classic niggas asking to remix
But thats stupid like a midget trynna play lockdown defense
I'm up late erry nite just plottin n steamin
Next level of the game it's gone take me just reaching , seething - wen I found out you had thought I had weakness- ni I'm flexin on you bitches like "haha peep this "
Run wit Alaskan wolves nigga
Nd you pussy in sheep skin
I'm addin, collectin dollars while you in the bed sleepin
Nd wen you go to work i pull up on your bitch we be freakin

It's a dirty cold game make you go insane - I'm not suicidal - but i take shots to my brain - big ass leaves filled wit designer Mary Jane - like my trees came in the plastic in Louie V frames
I'm just trynna frame the lifestyle I'm livin rite now mane
Old schools and new Jewels and Jordan Tennis shoes
Young Fly done came thru you knowin how he doin
Niggas get to holdin hands and trynna stand in front they boo
Self conscious cause a nigga ballin harder than you
I got bitches like the Ark that's by the two
We Smokin & then We fuckin no time to woo
Or attempt to sweep a hoe off her mutherfuckin shoes
Im more interested in duckies grants red the Benjis is Blue
I cut the profit just to flip it Benny on you fools
Dats a butcher - I'll get it off nigga but naw I ain't a cooker-
Carl Griffith filled wit familiar faces different paces like braces wit spaces I playys wit shit you get paid wit
If you n me was to switch lives to you it'd be the matrix
This shit got my heart cold like a fuckin glacier
My only peace is hella weed smoke and acres
I wisened Up - can't smoke it all come get it I got flavors
Put my all craft like fuck it where will it take me
Hoes find me so attractive they damn near try to rape me
Pay the hoodlums just to watch the place and then I watch and duck my face play the game slow and safe take it at a turtle pace
Just re upped and cleared my face bitch
Success so close I can damn near taste it

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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