[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner]
Say it's my year, know it's my year, my year (Oh)
Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high, yeah (We can fly, yeah)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Git, git)
We just fly, yeah, we just fly, yeah, fly, yeah (Git, git, fly, yeah)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Do Heaven got a penthouse that I could rent out?
I could see Rick James with his feet up on Prince couch
Always wanted to know, did Biggie get a big house?
Do Pac got a thug mansion? Is it pimped out?
Is it a place for the Jews and thе gentiles?
I heard street niggas ain't in thе top percentile
Real fast, my wife wanna know, do y'all got a gym now?
She talkin' 'bout she still tryna get her waist to slim down
Anyhow, forgive me for the taxes that I didn't file
I ain't even got back the money that I lent out
Can't even have a Corona, shit is gettin' wild
Runnin' around without a face mask like I'm Jim Brown
Oh, yeah, I heard about your son that you sent down
I wish there was a place that I could send flowers
My OG wrote me from the joint, you know, like a pen pal
And he asked if you could send a letter to the judge when he begin trial
'Cause we don't know when he gettin' out
Say it's my year, know it's my year, my year (Oh)
Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high, yeah (We can fly, yeah)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Git, git)
We just fly, yeah, we just fly, yeah, fly, yeah (Git, git, fly, yeah)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Do Heaven got a penthouse that I could rent out?
I could see Rick James with his feet up on Prince couch
Always wanted to know, did Biggie get a big house?
Do Pac got a thug mansion? Is it pimped out?
Is it a place for the Jews and thе gentiles?
I heard street niggas ain't in thе top percentile
Real fast, my wife wanna know, do y'all got a gym now?
She talkin' 'bout she still tryna get her waist to slim down
Anyhow, forgive me for the taxes that I didn't file
I ain't even got back the money that I lent out
Can't even have a Corona, shit is gettin' wild
Runnin' around without a face mask like I'm Jim Brown
Oh, yeah, I heard about your son that you sent down
I wish there was a place that I could send flowers
My OG wrote me from the joint, you know, like a pen pal
And he asked if you could send a letter to the judge when he begin trial
'Cause we don't know when he gettin' out
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