Can't play the backfield no more
I just don't
Belong
Own
Member of a Fly Society
Styles I got several varieties
As a child this guy memorized
Scarface in its entirety
Motherfucka you knoww
For all of the bitches I might take home
Spray my shirt down
Dolce & Gabbana cologne
Comin down like my homeboys from Houston
Got my celly on silent I'm ignorin my phone
Diamonds, Diamonds on my band
Cause that's right where they belong
Like a trumpet or some symbols or a set of trombones
Your bitch chose to roam in a Spitta zone
Now your drunk watchin E.T. wishing she phone home
But deep in your heart
You knowin what she want
Cause I'm a different type of nigga
And that's just what she wants
Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk
Stealing bases Willie Mays I'm gone
Can't play the backfield no more
I just don't think that's where I belong
I do better on my own
Swag crucial,
Honestly it gotta be cause niggas that
You listenin to probably stole they style from me
Bitter never I come up with something better
Have to catch a elevator all the way up to my level
Playin Metal Gear Solid
On the playstation 3 for 6 hours
My girl in the bedroom sleeping but I'm not tired,
I would call over a couple of my pilots
But them niggas loud,
They dont know how to be quiet
Shorty gonna wake up and come up in here wilin,
Hollerin like Keisha did Tommy,
If you aint see Belly you dont nothin about it
What else can you tell me
But my flow so polished
Took it up a notch with the rhymin
Trynna bury Spitta in the grave at the bottom,
Climbed up out it
Knock you in the same hole and stand on top it
Consistent flow,
Currensy the hot-spitta stay so on topic
Other niggas lost they need to see the golden compass
Brother I'm a boss like Ross
Spitta nigga hot like sauce
At the And One game breakin motherfuckas off
I had a good job I thought
But I couldnt get along with the people in charge
I grab my timecard
Punched out, I'm off
Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft
Not at all real niggas stand tall for something
Make sure I don't fall for nothing
In this game, it's pain for the up and coming
No handouts cause niggas don't owe you nothing
Gotta do it for dolo
Flashbacks to the conversation
Took place between Faith and Monolo
The world chico and everything in it
I said it, I meant it
I get it, I spend it
Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished
If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding
If I'm in it know it got a nice engine
You could be a mile away
And still hear it
That's classic american muscle
Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle
I call her over to cut her
You call her over to cuddle
Knock yourself out boy
You can't knock my hustle
I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Labels offering checks
For a million bucks
Ask Roddy if he thought a million was enough
He said yes cause he can hit the streets and triple it up
I'm a member of a fly society
Styles I got several varieties
As child this guy memorized
Scarface in it's entirety
80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I talk
Two rope chains both of them gold
I got a swagga like I just came home woah
I'm a member of a fly society
Styles I got several varieties
As child this guy memorized
Scarface in it's entirety
80s drug era inspired me
That's why I dress how I dress
Walk how I walk
That's why I rep what I rep
Talk how I talk
Two rope chains both of them gold
I got a swagga like I just came home woah
Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet)
Motherfucka you know
You see them airplanes