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tob duke - flying lyrics

[intro]
(toxic club)
(sephgotthewaves)

[verse 1: tob duke]
i’m screaming, “free my n+gga liv”, until they let him out that box
can’t let these n+ggas bring me down ’cause i’m climbing to the top
i wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout no class, i graduated from the block
i’m sending shots, but you a fool, you think we finna box
i can’t even lie he ran down, he tried to get up on us
now that n+gga dead, drive n+ggas sick, we put that bl!ck up on him
make them n+ggas mad, i see his grave and then i’m p+ssin’ on it
do this sh+t, with eat this sugar breeze, that’s how i’m sh+tting on ’em
[chorus: tob duke]
i lost my brother, i know we flyin’, we still ride
i know i f+cked up in the past and now i can’t deny it
feel i’m on ice but i got balance, but i still slide
mercedes sick, i’on like give these [?] keys [?]

[verse 2: tob duke]
when i get around people i don’t know, i tend to get silent
when it come to my mind, i just do it, i used to write it
i’m finna cope wit’ my inner self, been having visions of flying
they can’t do what i do, i’m the truth, these n+ggas lying

[chorus: tob duke]
i lost my brother, i know we flyin’, we still ride
i know i f+cked up in the past and now i can’t deny it
feel i’m on ice but i got balance, but i still slide
mercedes sick, i’on like give these [?] keys [?]

[verse 3: scorey]
i’m getting sick of postin’ up wit’ all these lost souls
we played the block, enlighted, thats how the song goes
i lost my brother taking turns up on that long road
i came from hustling wit’ demons wit’ a strong code
my cousin told me, “play it smart you take that chance in this street”
my new glizzy do the song, so she gon’ dance wit’ the heat
bullet lied inside his head, they cut his pants while he bleed
that lil’ b+tch she did me wrong, no i don’t glance at her tweak
tizzy buckled, leave a n+gga on the pavement
i don’t got remorse, don’t call my phone ’cause i can’t save him
brodie want ’em dead, i feel the same, so i can’t blame him
pull up on that corner wit’ extensions, we gon’ bang ’em
ever since the cake, my mama told me i’d be famous
we claimed that hood, but still we know that sh+t get dangerous
losses in the streets, only eighteen, he left me painless
glizzy wit’ a beam, on .17, yeah that’s my favorite

- tob duke lyrics

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