Fly Away Boosie Badazz
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[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they could ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy
Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary
We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary
You can't trust too many, gotta know who against me
I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break
I'm two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight
I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood
So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate?
Slander me in the news. Press conference around my crews
Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues
I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars
Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar
Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain't feeling it
Everybody go through roller coaster rides
I miss my granny, I ain't lying
Sometimes I wish I could fly
So many wish they could ball
So many names on the wall
Too many gangstas on the yard
Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy
Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary
We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary
You can't trust too many, gotta know who against me
I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break
I'm two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight
I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood
So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate?
Slander me in the news. Press conference around my crews
Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues
I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars
Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar
Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain't feeling it
Everybody go through roller coaster rides
I miss my granny, I ain't lying
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