(No Hook) [Verse 1: Ty3]

Ayo I keep one rolled, Keep cheese with me
Last of the Mohegans, Keep chiefs with me
You can't talk chips to a Nigga seeing plenty
Can't be Frank with a Nigga seeing Benji's
She Love a Real Nigga that keep it a Buck 50
Tatted me on her chest Bitch those my Titties
This is our Year Hoe, Cut the Games, PTO
Cool kids on the Block, AC let 'em know!
And KC gon' let it go, and I'll arrive at ya wake fresh head to toe
I'm impressing Hoes, Without pressing Hoes
Stay steaming smoke, Like I'm pressing clothes
I'm obsessed with dough, And she party to death
Had her White Boy wasted, off American X
Smokin' Kush to death, is what keeps me alive
And down to earth although I feel I'm fly!

I feel i'm flyyy
Although I feel I'm flyyy

[AC Talks]

Uh, I'm flyin wit' u Boy
Haha, I was Born Fly... It's AC Nigga
Check

[Verse 2: AC]

I be low key down in PA
Do the limit take it easy
Cops pull me over I prevay
Bring it back like a relay
I'm a Young God don't compare me to Human beings
Never know, A Bentley might be that Car you see me in
I'm so Fly, They think I'm cheatin
I got 2 chainz on, No lie
I do my thing Holmes
I got my J's on, Marc Jacobs shades on
Gucci Bucket hat I remind them of Azie Fiason
Good Dick, got them Hoes missin' me
Not to mention I'm spendin' chickin like Rotisserie's
Hold up, i ain't gotta Lie b
I'm gettin dough-man, Hotel Lobbies
Don't you dare attempt to Rob me
And if you try me, Pussy it's a Homi!

[AC talking]

Although I feel I'm fly...
Harlem on the rise, and you don't want a problem with us guys!