Flying lyrics

[Intro]
(TOXICPLUG)
(SephGotTheWaves)

[Verse 1: TOB Duke]
I'm screaming, "Free my n*gga Liv", until they let him out that box
Can't let these n*ggas 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 n*gga dead, drive n*ggas sick, we put that blick up on him
Make them n*ggas mad, I see his grave and then I'm p*ssin' on it
Do this sh*t, with ease this sugar breeze, that's how I'm sh*tting on 'em

[Pre-Chorus: TOB Duke]
I lost my brother, I know we flyin', we still ride
I know I f*cked 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’

[Chorus: TOB Duke]
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 n*ggas lying
[Post-Chorus: TOB Duke]
I lost my brother, I know we flyin', we still ride
I know I f*cked 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’

[Verse 2: Scorey]
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' b*tch she did me wrong, no I don't glance at her tweak
Twizzy buck and leave a n*gga 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 sh*t get dangerous
Losses in the streets, only eighteen, it left me painless
Glizzy wit' a beam, on .17, yeah that's my favorite