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