DC The Don - FLY ENOUGH TO BE VIRGIL lyrics

[Part One]

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
The way the driver outside
You would think a nigga played
For the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein' 'round
The crib while your bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga
Outside, snitchin' on Say Cheese
You should see the way we livin' now
A condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Yeah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere
In the sky, but I'm standin' ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin' out you
Everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari
Make her duck her head


'causе she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Remembеr days I was piss poor
So I promised I would never miss, no
(Yeah)

[Verse]
GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes
Put a combo in to make her leave, woah (Yeah)
All I needed was a deep throat
Now I'm ridin' round, smokin' petrol
Textin' me like I'm a asshole
Had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shawty speakin' my lingo, told her
"Thanks, bae, that shit was fuego" (Fuck)
That's another body, so it's case closed (Woo-woo)
It ain't easy as it seems, swervin'
On them beans
So I need to lay low (Woah)
Now shawty turnin' to a fiend
Tryna crash the residence
So now the gate closed (Woah)
My old hoes turned to new opps
So security stayin' on the payroll
(Woah, woah, woah, fuck)
Tryna cause more stress, blowin' smoke
In the air, cannot catch my breath (Woah)
Uh, and roll another 'Wood when it's not goin' good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move, so fuckin' high
I'm dodgin' every hurdle, uh (Yeah)
Had a vision, then I made it happen
Now my heart bleedin' out purple, uh (Oh)
Let the fuckin' choir sing while I'm on the scene
Screamin' bloody murder, uh (Yeah)
I swear I'm livin' in a dream
Wonder if I'm fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to field goal
Or real enough to right wrongs
Or man enough to feel embarrassed
When I speak the truth in every single song, uh
A false prophet tried to tell me
"It's about the money, nigga
Fuck the purpose"
So fuck it, I just load the Nina
Then I cock it back and hit his cervix (Fah, fah)
And it's still partially my fault, uh
Tryna take a lot of me out
Of my ways (Yeah, yeah)
I just swerved off in that Wraith
Burnt my tires all on the pavement (Yeah)
Then crash out in this place where
A lot of people don't make it (Woah-woah)

[Chorus]
The way the driver outside
You would think a nigga played
For the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein' 'round
The crib while your bitch fake sleep (Yeah)
I could never trust a rat nigga
Outside, snitchin' on Say Cheese (Woo)
You should see the way we livin' now
A condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Woah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere
In the sky, but I'm standin' ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin' out
You everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari
Make her duck her head,
'cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Remember days I was piss poor
So I promised I would never miss,
No (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Part Two]

[Intro]
What the fuck?
Look at your bank account
What did you do today?
Did you go—?
Did you check your bank account?
The fuck?

[Verse]
Is it too late? Is it too late?
You should see the face you
Makin' at me right now
Did your mood change?
Did your mood change?
I can only see this goin' down
One way (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
But let's just keep it real
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's just keep it real
(Oh-woah, oh, oh, oh)
Let's just keep it real
I can't just say that I'm sorry
Know it's not enough, I could say
I'm sorry, but I know it's not enough
Said I'm doin' too much, ah, doin' too much
But I just gotta say it anyways
I'm sorry, my love
I'm sorry, it's just not enough (Ooh)
I'm sorry, I could say it all day
I'm sorry, it's just not enough
For you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Let's just keep it so real

[Outro]
Just stay planted