Sailing To Get Fly

[Intro] Uh, yeah (Pauly) [Verse 1: A.L.] I keep my head in the sky, get bread till I die Spit the truth in the booth, never with the lies Move into space for a better enterprise Better choose with the fish or get fed to the flies Cold world, that's why we strapped with the heat I'm the rose that grew from the crack in the streets And it's tough times, everybody stress ends Gets stabbеd in the back by your best friend Imaginе that, living in a habitat Them old days, I wish I could have 'em back A younger me, innocent, that was running free Stashin' baseball cards in my dungarees Now the world is more than a hundred G's Oh Lord, can't believe what we come to see Times change so much in this rhyme game I find strange everybody wanna sign lames Nothing is real, we're stuck in the matrix It's how I feel, I'm tired of this fake shit Need to go back, back to the basics Where I used to wear the Guess jeans with the ace six So face it, the heart to erase it, it's tasteless Like your own kind being racist It amazes like the sight of a spaceship I'm wasted like a celebrity on page six [Chorus: Fredro Starr] Hundred G's just to get fly Private peez just to get high Blow a whole P just to get by Now you seein' Big B's when I went by Hundred G's just to get fly Private peez just to get high Blow a whole P just to get by Now you seein' Big B's when I went by [Verse 2: Ricky Bats] They ain't seeing the vision I saw Now they givin' high fives and applause When it's convenient to them like a store But shit, I'm shuttin' doors, get it, nigga I'm shuttin' doors (Huh, think about that) When I'm drivin', I let my mind go Take me to places only stars glow Deep in the clouds, takin' long strolls And long tokes of the smoke to help the bars flow Unload luggage like it's cargo when the public token rubbish Paintin' pictures with my true colors, it's an art show Verbally Picasso with All Lyrical I form miracles possible so you could listen to And every song and interlude, I gave you visuals Kept it authentic, a street individual What started in my mother's living room Even through the critical moments, I own it No matter how big a menstrual, nigga, win or lose I'ma show out like an interview [Chorus: Fredro Starr] Hundred G's just to get fly Private peez just to get high Blow a whole P just to get by Now you seein' Big B's when I went by Hundred G's just to get fly Private peez just to get high Blow a whole P just to get by Now you seein' Big B's when I went by