I'm Still Fly Freestyle

[Intro: Jet 2] I've been waitin' for this moment for a minute Hold on, y'all gotta excuse me, a nigga hungry and shit Drizzy, man, I hope you don't mind me doin' this 'Cause I know this is your joint You know, you and Page, and all And I got yo' vocals on the hook and shit, pause And I got my nigga Smirk wit' me on the adlibs And Drake! Aye, you know when I first heard this I was always like, "one day, I'ma sing this shit wit' Drizzy" No riding, my nigga! But don't you find it funny how dreams come true? [Chorus: Drake & (Jet 2)] I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings (Try and cut 'em, nigga) I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still [Verse 1: Jet 2] I don't spit, I dentist, actually, rappers will be the cavities And I'll just be the cap to cover Mother fuckin' flow like a bunch of Sour Patches under Tongues, slippin' saliva from the taste of how he rap or somethin' Spittin' like tobacco chewin' tablets of my magic flow Practice on the instrumental, welcome to my talent show I can show a bunch of people every single weakness And you still will never threaten me, I'm chillin' like The Weeknd is But never weak in this game; even after seven days Every day that I see the sun, I consider it heavenly Never listened to evolution, scientists be lyin', shit And I just try and spit the truth in every line that I invent Jet 2 is a fuckin' beast, fuck if you think opposite The only nigga tell his soul and still come out on top of it Even after the tribute, apologize if I missed you But half the people wouldn't do half of the things that I did do So, even if I had said too much, or didn't say enough to please Fourteen minutes straight, and I just prayed that I could fuckin' breathe I went and spilled my soul and spit it smoother than the summer breeze And they say, "one under the soil is planting yet another seed" So, rest in peace to Larry Howard, forever a fuckin' beast And anyone to ever say different is just another feast I eat you mother fuckers, spit your residue up on the beats And chew the instrumental, wear my spirit on my sweater sleeves So in the event that I go, my soul won't have to sweat it I just rap to ease the pain like my lyrics are anesthetics So I give my fame to God, I work better without the prominence 'Cause you could ask my genes, my genetics could prove my dominance Never tried to hold the whole world inside my palm But if it so happened to fit, then muh fucka, I'll be palmin' it I'm armed just like a palm and like a pretty bitch, I'm bomb wit' it I'm ghetto like the slums, but smart wit' it just like Obama is The mother fuckin' future, if you're quick on your predictin' shit And I would never break out of my faith, are you ridiculous? I never had to shadow who I am with all the images That rappers tend to get, and I don't have to pretend to get I just let the truth set me free from all the sentences That y'all just tend to judge without knowledge of why I spit the shit But who are you to judge without the gavel God sentence' with? I'm standin' on the land of the ocean where Moses split the shit I'm walkin' in the faith as to where I don't have to think to stop A giant like Goliath, amazin' how David slings his shots Even when Saul attempts to slay him, David's faith is stationed strong So you could shoot your envy at me, I'm prepared to take it all From the wrath of Goliath to the days of David sparing Saul The Lord is my Shepherd, and his cattle is my army And my prayers are assurance, and my faith is my insurance And my confidence is burnin' to the point where it'll furnace An inferno like the club in Daygo, fire to your inference Flamin' truth to ignorance; even the inconsiderate I spit until the track is burnt out, and then I rinse the shit Just as hot as the stove top that moms be cookin' dinner with I'm flammable like the molded wax on top of the candle lit But no strings attached to the lines of all of my mental thoughts I'm stuntin' so hard on this beat that even my dental floss (Jet 2 whussaaap!) [Chorus: Drake] I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand him Nigga I'm still doin my thing I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still [Outro: Jet 2] Yeah, shout-out to those who continue to have faith in me I love y'all; I got faith in y'all, too And we gon' do this shit Wrekless [Chorus: Jet 2] I'm still fly, I'm sky high And I don't really care 'bout what any one of y'all think I'm still hustlin' for mine, nigga I'm gon' shine Just as quickly as any one of y'all blink I'm still