TOB Duke, Scorey - Flying lyrics

(Toxic Club, SephGotTheWaves)

I'm screaming, "Free my nigga Liv"
Until they let him out that box
Can't let these niggas bring me down
Because I'm climbing to the top
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout no class
I graduated from the block
I'm sending shots, boy you a fool
You think we finna box
I can't even lie he ran down
He tried to get up on us
Now that nigga dead, drive niggas sick
We put that blick up on him
Make them niggas mad
I see his grave and then I'm pissin' on it
Do this shit, with ease this sugar breeze
That's how I'm shitting on 'em

I lost my brother, I know we flyin'
We still ride i know I fucked up in the past
But know I can't deny it
Feel I'm on ice but I got balance
But I’m still sly
My city sick, I'on like it, seein’ kids dyin’

When I get around people I don't know
I tend to get silent
When it come to my mind, I just do it
I used to write it
I'm finna cope wit' my inner self
Been having visions of flying
They can't do what I do, I'm the truth
These niggas lying

I lost my brother, I know we flyin'
We still ride i know I fucked up in the past
But know I can't deny it
Feel I'm on ice but I got balance
But I’m still sly
My city sick, I'on like it, seein’ kids dyin’

I'm getting sick of postin' up
Wit' all these lost souls
We played the block, get locked or die
Thats how the song goes
I lost my brother taking turns
Up on that long road
I came from hustling wit' them
Demons word to stronghold my cousin told me
"play it smart you take that
Chance in this street"
My new Glizzy do the salsa
So she gon' dance wit' the heat
Bullet lodged inside his leg
They cut his pants while he leaked
That lil' bitch she did me wrong
No I don't glance at her tweak
Twizzy buck and leave a nigga on the pavement
I don't got remorse, don't
Call my phone 'cause, i can't save ‘em
Brodie want 'em dead, I feel the same
So I can't blame him
Pull up on that corner wit' extensions
We gon' bang 'em ever since a kid
My mama told me I'd be famous
We claimed that hood
But still we know that shit get dangerous
Losses in the streets, only eighteen
It left me painless
Glizzy wit' a beam, on 17
Yeah that's my favorite