I believe I can fly, fly, fly
I believe I can fly, fly, fly
I'm so high, I'm so high
I'm so high, I'm so high

I believe I can fly, fly, fly
I believe I can fly, fly, fly
I'm so high, I'm so high
I'm so high, I'm so high, I believe I can fly

Bitch I'm sittin' so high, I believe I can fly
The coupe looks delicious, the rims are waving bye
Money long like Diddy, I put on for my city
Cologne Kush and Henny, I'm gone in that hemi
I'm gold but you don't hear me
Four to the dome if you can hear me

I'm so high, I'm so high, I'm so high

They say I need a pull up, when I pull up I'm the shit man
When I grow up I wanna be like T-Pain, a hit man
But do yourself a favor partner, don't be talkin' shit man
You're broad done up and broke your heart
My whole squad hit man

Hold up I see dead people
It's just the dead white guys on my bread people
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