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bambashort - flying by lyrics

[verse:]
flying by, yeah, flying by
ridin’ with the squad and i ain’t even hit my prime
comin’ at the world, you know i’m reppin’ seoul to anaheim
if they gunnin’ for me now, you know i gotta spit the rhymes, uh
people say i stink, i’m out here takin’ out the trash
why you make it rain? these women out here better than yo cash
lookin’ for the fame, but i ain’t bout that, dish it out like nash
i just speak the facts, you out here only usin’ girls to smash, uh
flexin’ on you g, yeah
splashin’ all these threes, yeah
i don’t give a cr-p, you know i shot the referee
if i shoot my shot, you know they say “the truth will set you free”
how that gonna work if she the one that’s holdin’ all the keys? uh
boolin’ with the fools, he told me cop the latest brand
droppin’ eighty on the app, but i don’t even got the bands
feelin’ like a mess, but that don’t mean i gotta pop the xans
if your brain be chasing thots, then you are not the better man, uh
spittin’ all your bars by sayin’ stuff that isn’t true
why you say you sippin’ henny if it isn’t really you?
writin’ from the heart, i mention stuff that only i’ve been through
every line i write has meaning, now you lookin’ through my view
yeah, pink molly, wish i’m over you
two songs, lookin’ like a boo
lookin back, you got three to choose
freezin up, do i make a move?
yeah, yeah
i was down though, carried like a shadow
can’t say i’m out of it but can’t let the devil have all of this ammo
uh, funny thing is i’ve been talkin’ out here with the crew
“nathan you’re a rapper now, tell me is that really true?”
don’t you ever tell me i’ve been doi’n this for only views
i don’t self-promote, i do this stuff to tell you guys the truth
i don’t call myself rich chigga, i don’t call myself keith ape
i am nathan, not a rapper—ain’t no one gon’ take my place
told myself that i was worthless but i wrote down all these verses
yeah the future is uncertain, frankly i was gettin’ nervous
that don’t mean i got a burden
i still know i got a purpose
i’m not sure if i resurfaced
that don’t mean that i can’t flourish
violence going everywhere, hashtag someone send a prayer
people actin’ like they care, but we really only stare
man, i hate when people say that we’ve been getting really social
being social doesn’t mean that you got streaks at your disposal
these days everyone is vocal, social media is wack
all these people talkin’ smack, and i don’t care if they know jack
i don’t care if you’re a loner, or you drive a cadillac
learn to love the other person, not just go on the attack
if you’re trying to be nice but you don’t care to hit me back
that’s just hurtin’ even more, are you just chasin’ quarterbacks?
“nathan write some happy songs, all your songs are really sad”
whatchu wantin’ me to do, wear a mask that i am glad?
told me i should smile more, you just never saw i’m mad
molly 1 & 2 were raw, nearly broke the pen and pad
then i broke and wrote “alone”, nearly burned the pen and pad
go ahead and call me trash, i don’t really even care
go ahead and ghost my phone, i’ll get out of my despair
i’m just focused on my grind, i was down, now i’m aware
if you only catchin’ on, then i guess i should i declare
tie a rope around my past, check the knot and pull the chair, ah

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