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Fly Away Lyrics

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Fly Away Lyrics

[Intro – DJ Drama]
Ahem. I’d like for you to take this time
And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you listened to D2, could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y’all done copied the rhymes, y’all done stole the artwork, tried to emulate my s–t-talking
Weezy & Dram’ – We are the Mixtape Blueprint
Hahaha. You welcome
A Dedication!

[Verse 1]
I got doja, narcotics & actavis as DNA
Got a d–e hoe nympho and your b—h laying next to me and bae
Easy like NWA, they make me feel a-ok
Feeling like Tony, grrreat
Feeling all on me, TSA
She got dollars, nut, and alcohol all over her T&A
She snort all this KKK and this Brodney ay, ay, ay
Let’s enjoy some NBA, y’all lil boys NCAA
Yeah we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, ninos, automatics, that my DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, OHH
I smoke O’s, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P’s, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates

I got moon rock, molly, ecstacy, inside this weed, it’s laced
I smoke doobies, don’t smoke J’s, don’t watch muvies, don’t go to plays
I watch cuties, p–n and play, I got uzis on the way
I don’t be choosey, I don’t be safe, I don’t get woozy, I get the waist
My b—h balling like Zhané, Erykah Badu with the fade
Capital W-NBA, I just teach her how to save
I been sleeping with my AK with my finger ’round her waist
I been dreaming I caught a body that’s a sweet dreams you won’t taste
Give the American dream to a b—h that wasn’t from the USA
That’s the land of the Free, it’s the home of AJ
Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
She gon’ take it to the face like (thin line between love and hate)
I got dealers n’ associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and s–t, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A

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I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain’t no blood in my filet
Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
OMW to your trap, *blap* now I’ll be on my way
I got plugs, ain’t gotta pay, I got s–t I ain’t gotta say
I got cribs way out of state, ain’t got no more pocket space
Sipping slo-mo at my pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens wanna be embraced, kings want a B&H
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember that Goose is Grey
Now it’s Bumbu by the case, n—a, f–k you, fly away
Sick s–t, blrrrp

[Break – DJ Drama]
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Y’all n—-s still watching a master at work

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I already got the ganja
I already got the Fanta
All-black like Uganda
Hair back like E. Honda, wait
Hardhat like a condom
Your skull crack, then we crowned ya
Shark-bite to a flounder
Bar-fight to a bouncer, wait
All Franks like Sinatra
Face been painted, they ain’t never clowned him
Everybody raking cash like it’s autumn
Y’all is sweeter than Whatchamacallit
All y’all take a seat on this toilet
Y’all ain’t s–t but y’all p–s-poor and
Sitting in the foreign like I’m on a Harley

Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
Alone in a mansion, I’m Macaulay Culkin
Thought about your coffin and started barfing
Thought about your offsprings, how they prolly starving
Thought about this artful s–t, how I’m so thoughtful
Walking on the marble, feeling like Ricardo
Walking ’round like the (?)
Shoutout my n—a Swizz, n—-s getting smarter
Tryna hit the books and n—a hit the target
Sitting on the charter, talking ’bout the targets
Waiting on departure, waiting on a sculpture
Make sure my vultures keep it extra cultured
Make sure my Barbie keep an extra Barbie

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My d–k is her electric chair, feel the voltage
And her p—y better smell like a orchid
Wetter than a wishing well, need a quarter
D–n, I wish I was a lil bit taller
D–n, I wish I drank a lil more water
D–n, my weed stank a lil more harder
D–n, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
With a yellowbone car and smoke green, that’s Marley
Purple and orange, you seen, that’s horror
No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh (?)
All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
Kis and quarters, yeah ya homie had quarters
Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report ’em
World on my shoulders but it’s lighter than a clover
I’m your b—h baby, homie, tie it in a stroller
Sister sold soul and got white like Crayola

Nut like granola all in your b—h rollers
You never been to jail, ain’t never been in a Corolla
Then I roll a blunt ’bout as thick as a Samoan
This is that 6 s–t, the sickness is showing
The sickness is spreading, the disease is growing
The b—–s is hoeing, the witnesses knowing
The dollars are torn, they fishing for coins
I continue going, I get to the boar
And I rip off his horns, six in the morning
Then I just yawn and forget to mourn
And give to the star, it’s 6, the reward

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