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This came to me in the sky I wonder why I'll tell you why Cause I'm fly I ain't even had to I stroll through my mind When I need inspiration You know how my fiends been waiting Drop shit I got em ventilating Here's one hear it through your station I give y'all fly shit Y'all can't knock it till you try All up in yo eye That shit talk got my fingers itching Yea I do the writing but got niggas trippin Watch yo mouth you could end up missing If you think they wild wait till I start trippin Have yo hands clenched after one night mission Imma always shine with the Mike I'm Pippen Niggas know that And I'm finna hit the road Jack I do this for the scrapers, the doormats The Rari's, the Benz's, the Caddy's on fo' flats Even yo baby moms love how O rap I said yo baby moms love how O rap She told me don't stop spitting she ain't wet I flipped scripts and them bitches interjected Soon yours would be running thinking that she next But she not I'm disrespectful And then I popped her top Her intellect is to die for Long throat go to like 5'4 Would've hated it the scene was an eye sore I seen you coming bitch I know what you ride for And she could handle it I know what you ride for, it's pitiful But I like it though Aye Aye Yea this the one