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