[Verse 1]
Can't nobody tell me shit
I'm flyer than a bitch, man, I'm flyer than my bitch
So you can say I'm cocky I'm confident
But don't let a nigga tell you you ain't the shit
See see, yous a goddamn lie
Some nigga telling me I ain't that fly
Get a lint brush, take ya clothes to the cleaners
Get a couple bucks, get the vans the cleanest
Yeah $35.99, but to tell the truth?
You don't need a dime to shine
Cause the real shine comes from what's inside
Insecurities and egos put that aside
Maybe you could realy find you a friend who ride
And you feel so fly that you might can glide
The morals of the world which you must abide
S.S. to the death, for The Pack I ride like
[Hook]
Fly, don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
You go keep yo head up in the sky
Dreams are the things that never die
Why why am I so fly
[Verse 2: Lil B]
Cleaner than west baby, fly as my sweater
Don't let nobody tell you different, yeah whatever
I think different, ain't scared to be different
I dress different than you, I got different visions
And light the same shit, yeah it's different pimpin
Don't be scared, like whatever it's whatever
You don't like me? I don't care I ain't stressin'
Prolly need me like salad with the dressin'
Haters they mad like that's their profession
Put my work in, I can talk about my blessins
Thank god I stay fly like the Jetsons
Thank god I saty fly like the Jetsons
Retro pimpin ya boy 87
Bounced back twice with the help of a reverend
Keep these fuckin niggas guessing, yeah
Can't nobody tell me shit
I'm flyer than a bitch, man, I'm flyer than my bitch
So you can say I'm cocky I'm confident
But don't let a nigga tell you you ain't the shit
See see, yous a goddamn lie
Some nigga telling me I ain't that fly
Get a lint brush, take ya clothes to the cleaners
Get a couple bucks, get the vans the cleanest
Yeah $35.99, but to tell the truth?
You don't need a dime to shine
Cause the real shine comes from what's inside
Insecurities and egos put that aside
Maybe you could realy find you a friend who ride
And you feel so fly that you might can glide
The morals of the world which you must abide
S.S. to the death, for The Pack I ride like
[Hook]
Fly, don't let nobody tell you you ain't fly
You go keep yo head up in the sky
Dreams are the things that never die
Why why am I so fly
[Verse 2: Lil B]
Cleaner than west baby, fly as my sweater
Don't let nobody tell you different, yeah whatever
I think different, ain't scared to be different
I dress different than you, I got different visions
And light the same shit, yeah it's different pimpin
Don't be scared, like whatever it's whatever
You don't like me? I don't care I ain't stressin'
Prolly need me like salad with the dressin'
Haters they mad like that's their profession
Put my work in, I can talk about my blessins
Thank god I stay fly like the Jetsons
Thank god I saty fly like the Jetsons
Retro pimpin ya boy 87
Bounced back twice with the help of a reverend
Keep these fuckin niggas guessing, yeah
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