Fly WIP

Verse 1:

All I really wanted was a box of sneakers

All I really wanted was some teachers to teach us

All I want is some preachers to reach us

All I want is at my games my mom on the bleachers

All I want is to see my real dad

All I want is to see him real sad

For leaving me without a dream you see that makes me real mad

Damn this shit is so crazy, all my life I was so lazy

I wanted some bands like Katie, raised in communities like haiti

It can't phase me I gotta fly

Fuck the bullshit let it die

I got that winning mindset the industry knows me like i'm black eyed

Starting my own dynasty fuck you get to know me

I come from the east side where they let the heat ride

No D Wade but we still on fire tonight fuego let it go with the halo

When I see my queen it's hey what's up hello

I usually fly solo but for you i'll let my circle grow