Still Fly (Remix)

I'm still fly, I'm sky high, and I dare anybody to try to cut my wings

I'm still steady comin' at them, and these haters can't stand them

Homie I'm still doing my thing

I'm still fly, I'm sky high, and I dare anybody to try to cut my wings

I'm still shutting cities down every time I come around

Homie I'm still doing my thing

I walk up in the bar like I own the bitch, I know you're looking at me

But the key is not to notice it

Fuck being a player player, me I'm on my owner shit

The day to day commotion it's crazy it's hard to focus and

Fuck all of that sober shit, bitch I need a drink or two

And yes I'm sure about it, not the type of dude to think it through

Careful what you listen to, forget all the embellishment

No need to act intelligent, my wallet's full of evidence

So keep your oxfords, I wear my graphic tee

Cause there's no need to act it when you actually have degrees

Young king, I'm the boss of myself, you see me I'm dialed in

And you just calling for help, well I'm with my old friends

I got my new life, a whole lot went wrong, but I'mma do right

Lived it and I learned it, but nothing's ever perfect

Cause you got to take the chance to know if it was worth it

Uh rocking J's from the 80's, straight up out the playoffs

Working 'til you make it player, never take a day off

Uh you see they warned about this industry

I'm making moves now everybody want a piece of me

But on the real I wish I would have listened

Cause my manager stole 10 grand and went missing

But it's whatever though, no time to waste on that

I played a sweet 16 and I made it back

Word to my mother, Momma I'm coming home

I'm sorry for the times that I rushed you off the phone

But I'mma make it right, I got to change my life

If time is fucking money, then I done paid the price

And some of it's a natural gift, word play is first rate

You can't scrabble with this, bitch!

Cause I been doing me lately, if they want to play hardball

Take a shot like G-Baby UH!

Nah homie, you ain't fucking with this, Nah homie, you ain't fucking with this

Nah, Nah homie you ain't fucking with this

Nah homie you ain't fucking with Click

Yeah, Click

Mike Stud, Huey Mack August 1st

Set your fucking calenders

Put it in your iHome, your iPod

Whatever the fuck, I whatever it is

Put it in there bitch

Let's go