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We Fly High (Week 0)

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[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Whoever call themselves spittings now getting shitted on
Which nigga could get it on with the sickest nigga known
This is the shit I'm on
I sit alone in dimly lit rooms
Writing five minute songs in the zone

Then I'm gone, where you at? I'm everywhere nigga
The Vibe awards, BET, yeah I'm there nigga
The allstar superbowl, yeah I'm there nigga
Ws in the air, banging on you square niggas
Right next to Jigga at the Russell Simmons party
Some niggas beefing with Jeezy, I didn't spill my Bacardi
I don't care about the ruckus
Trying to tell S dot yes
Come and deal with some young motherfuckers
I'm from the West, I do Def Jam like Warren G did it
He give you the whole mark and the plan in less than 3 minutes
A street menace, spectacular acumen
Imagine a Donald Passman Jr. with the G business

Russell say I'm just a hit away
I'm burnt out, hit Miami just to get away
I'm in the Trump towers Sunny Isles Timbaland suite
I walk dolo down Collins Ave. gripping the heat
Looking for chicks with the sickest physique
I dicks the thickest of freaks ridiculously
Pimping is me
Bump into my nigga Bleu DaVinci at the Puffy party
Got my table next to Cadillac Tah and Irv Gotti
Yeah Gotti, you was right, I'm the truth on the West
Like a pastor polygraph, on the booth I'm the best
Bastards want to lollygag, I'mma chew through your flesh
Get a fag a body bag, give him two to the chest
Hoes want an autograph, I ain't even on T.V
Selling out shows, I ain't dropped no CD
Give bitches the French business, you know that oui oui
Who pushed through LB first in a GT? Me!
The one and only, the gun is on me
The younger homies'll dump it for me, you motherfuckers phony
I'm coming, ask Houston Texas if I'm a hood star
Smelling like Papa Doj' when he stroll through the M Bar
How a free agent bring his hustle this far?
Switch cars every six bars, the world is ours
C.O.B., we deep as could be
Creeping with heat, leave you in pieces for people to see
Keeping it G, eating the beef, please tell the police chief
His niece in the suite and she's sleeping with me
Yeah, I guess that about sums it
I'm on some shoot you in the face Dick Cheny dumb shit
I'm on some slapping skinny pimps for popping punk shit
I'm on some never stop until my niggas run shit

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