Laws - Fly lyrics
[Laws - Fly lyrics]
When I was still writin' down words
Back when freestyle meant comin' off the dome
I knew this older rapper and he
Had a lot of birds i gotta keep it real
I was trying to be his clone
And that was good enough for a town
That you could say was too hoarse
Especially in the South when you
Tryna rap like New York
Lunch period, chicks, he would bag ‘em up
I was still self service, usin' napkins up
I felt the sun from his shadow
He walkin' 'round like wanna battle?
I sat right in his corner and
I soaked up all his game
So when I got approached
I'd use his quotes on all these lames
I was sure that he wouldn’t even mind
I put my twist in somethin'
That you couldn’t redesign
I would smile when he put me in his lines
He would notice right after
He would pull me to the side and say
Boy, when you get to the top
Don’t you ever look down, no
‘Cause we rise and fall like
Snow in the night you move too fast and you
Went and missed your life
We outgrew a little hometown
His mom let us take the car
We on the road now, it was so epic
Rehearsin' on the way
Gettin' ready for the showdown
I tried to dress, I like to kick it instead
My mother saw my du rag like
Take that shit off your head
Pull up your pants pendejo
Feelin' like my spine was yellow
Still tryna cop my own cell phone
I would call my shorty from his
He would drop me off at the crib '
And afterwards, he would be all in my biz
Like do your girl got a friend?
I’m thinkin' back to honey, smilin'
He had chicks all around so why son wildin'?
He said he done so much winning in battlin'
The guys embraced him but all
The women were mannequins
When he was my age
He slept in his rhyme page
And when he wasn’t scribblin'
He was travelin' and then he told me
Yo, he stressin' but all he did
Was sit up on his couch
Recession, mom threatenin' to kick
Him out the house
Now that was the start of the real trouble
I started noticin' grey in his beard stubble
All his friends went to school
And made big guap
He still backpack, tryin' to save Hip-Hop
Man
His heart's cold but it used to be so fire
All he got left is Teen Club show fliers
Went and developed my sound and
Found a middle ground
But he would always rock
The same little crowd
His ego grew till there wasn’t a
Stage left so right on cue
I had to exit stage left, cue my theme music
Close the curtains
And that was eight years ago
Homeboy was hurtin'
Sometimes in my shows in the back row
I think I see him
But he dip before I’m catch ’em though
Then I think
Boy, when you get to the top
Don’t you ever look down, no
‘Cause we rise and fall like
Snow in the night you move too fast and you
Went and missed your life
Rising and falling like snow in the night
Back when freestyle meant comin' off the dome
I knew this older rapper and he
Had a lot of birds i gotta keep it real
I was trying to be his clone
And that was good enough for a town
That you could say was too hoarse
Especially in the South when you
Tryna rap like New York
Lunch period, chicks, he would bag ‘em up
I was still self service, usin' napkins up
I felt the sun from his shadow
He walkin' 'round like wanna battle?
I sat right in his corner and
I soaked up all his game
So when I got approached
I'd use his quotes on all these lames
I was sure that he wouldn’t even mind
I put my twist in somethin'
That you couldn’t redesign
I would smile when he put me in his lines
He would notice right after
He would pull me to the side and say
Boy, when you get to the top
Don’t you ever look down, no
‘Cause we rise and fall like
Snow in the night you move too fast and you
Went and missed your life
We outgrew a little hometown
His mom let us take the car
We on the road now, it was so epic
Rehearsin' on the way
Gettin' ready for the showdown
I tried to dress, I like to kick it instead
My mother saw my du rag like
Take that shit off your head
Pull up your pants pendejo
Feelin' like my spine was yellow
Still tryna cop my own cell phone
I would call my shorty from his
He would drop me off at the crib '
And afterwards, he would be all in my biz
Like do your girl got a friend?
I’m thinkin' back to honey, smilin'
He had chicks all around so why son wildin'?
He said he done so much winning in battlin'
The guys embraced him but all
The women were mannequins
When he was my age
He slept in his rhyme page
And when he wasn’t scribblin'
He was travelin' and then he told me
Yo, he stressin' but all he did
Was sit up on his couch
Recession, mom threatenin' to kick
Him out the house
Now that was the start of the real trouble
I started noticin' grey in his beard stubble
All his friends went to school
And made big guap
He still backpack, tryin' to save Hip-Hop
Man
His heart's cold but it used to be so fire
All he got left is Teen Club show fliers
Went and developed my sound and
Found a middle ground
But he would always rock
The same little crowd
His ego grew till there wasn’t a
Stage left so right on cue
I had to exit stage left, cue my theme music
Close the curtains
And that was eight years ago
Homeboy was hurtin'
Sometimes in my shows in the back row
I think I see him
But he dip before I’m catch ’em though
Then I think
Boy, when you get to the top
Don’t you ever look down, no
‘Cause we rise and fall like
Snow in the night you move too fast and you
Went and missed your life
Rising and falling like snow in the night