[Hook: Le1f & Don Jones]

Every day I
All I do is hang glide
All I do is Sky dive
Really, I'm so high that I need
Air traffic control
Bum niggas get the reroute
You could call me sega sage
Yup, I'm so fly in the game

I’m a fella so fly...
I’m a fella so fly...
I’m a fella so fly...

[Verse 1: Don Jones]

Bitch, I trade in that old whip
Cop that new airship
Streamline that design shit
Me and you. Two could sit. Two could fit
This is for them colleges
Them hood niggas on scholarship
When I dip, these bitches flip. I’m cool with it
I’m whippin past these lame niggas
Hop out my lane, bitches
Camp the game I’m staying with
If this the game, we changing it
Changing the game like Cash Money
Beat it out the frame like crash, dummy
Fly zone that time zone. My mind gone on homegrown
I’m popping on the roof, top dolla
The posse come up, Cut copy, who you follow?
We don’t want no problems, no we sure don’t want no drama
But if your bitch bad, best believe I’m gonna holla
Proper

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Le1f]

I'm posted up in residential zones
Yes, I’m a nomad in my homies’ homes
Roll one up and take it to the dome
I came reloaded on a fucking cone
World Star niggas mad at me cuz I don’t fit the bill
Most all these rappers mad cuz they won’t ever see the scrill
I just realized that I had to be ill
Try to be the illest motherfucker in the building
I jumped up I'm chillin in the cloud
We some banjee based gods switching up the sound
And if a hater try to knock me down
Leave face down on the fucking ground

[Hook]