Fly on the Wall

Album: 90059 (2015)
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  • Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away

    There was a young ghetto child going wild after running 'round
    Who came from a happy home, then got lost in the jungle
    Hit a lick for like ten chicks
    Brought it back to the bricks then got everybody rich
    Started his own clique, recruited all piranhas
    His favorite phrase: that's on hundreds
    His niggas trained to go where ever he point you got shitted on
    Or smoked like a joint
    Here comes his line-up, first 48 people remain silent
    All his goons still remain violent
    Damn, there goes another body, oh shit, sirens
    Another bite the dust like Mickey Thompson tires
    Lights flashing, niggas stunt like the grammys
    No one's exempt, they'll sell a rock to your granny
    Now here's the part where jealousy comes out to play
    Hood politics official when they want you out of thee way
    Now back then we ain't never mention this word
    'Cause if you caught snitching consequences fo sho
    Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome
    And no feelings is shown
    Then look inside the eyes of these killers
    A blank stare, that's different than stones
    Got you wondering, where in life, where they went wrong?
    Don't wanna cross these types, if you do think twice
    It's life saving, don't get caught slipping when you ice skating

    When you stand still you can witness it all
    Picture the vision from a fly on the wall
    When you stand still you can witness it all
    Picture the vision from a fly on the wall

    Now when the sun rise, this young man sees money's a big deal
    New Chevelle, wipe in the morning do cross his windshield
    Killer's saturation while the smokers run through sanitation
    For the bags of hands, this young man, calculating for the long run
    Since ya homies been on one lately
    No one's safe, he keeping his chrome off safety
    Headed to the function, momma's gone, they children out cussin'
    See this young man hit this bitch for all them niggas she fuckin'
    Knowin' one man's been intimate touchin'
    Til the big homie found out, gave his ass concussion
    He don't want nothin' now, he walkin' on crutches now
    Couldn't see him from the shoulders
    He thinkin' how can he buck him down
    Hold up, the eyes is watchin'
    Gotta be more smart now, devise this option
    Watch how the plot thickens
    The clock tickin', his weak spot is a thot
    Just notice he can't stop trickin', got him
    Now this how it starts
    He take a bat when he know to go play with his heart
    Had his nose wide open while gettin' head at the park
    She set the GPS location like this where we park
    Now you know what's next
    It's crazy how life can end all through a text
    Got us wishin' we was all born with a vest
    I know you prolly witnessed it all
    But picture the vision from the fly on the walll

    When you stand still you can witness it all
    Picture the vision from a fly on the wall
    When you stand still you can witness it all
    Picture the vision from a fly on the wall

    Jay Rock what up though? I'm here with you
    Let's give 'em a classic, you know I'm here and prepared with you
    Keep niggas inspired, you know I'm comin' to share it with you
    And when the wheels fall off I'll get out and put on a spare with you
    Let me be real with you, mhmm
    It's been selected, let me give you my fly on the wall perspective
    Sometimes niggas don't listen, I'm hopin' this serves a purpose
    Cause that's some of the realest shit that you talked about in them verses
    Hopin' they feel this shit despite how the devils is workin'
    To avoid tellin' on myself, I try to speak in third person
    See we done been through some shit, throughout my lifeline
    We was flies on the wall too from the shit we seen in our lifetime
    And through these songs there were digressions
    Some stories we shared through music
    Question if we in our right mind
    Now I'm a new fuckin' fly on the wall
    I wanna see how many rappers really write rhymes
    And we've been rockin' for a long time, Jay Rock
    They ain't got a clue of the timing
    I heard about you from Slay when you started shinin'
    They ain't knowin' this our fourth collab from 2009 and
    Slay heard about you from my nigga Wack
    But they ain't know when Top Dog introduced you, nigga
    The way we out, we always give you crack
    Not knowin' that we had the raw just to split you, niggas
    To tell the truth there's no problem we can't solve
    So let me tell the truth, again I'm so proud of how you evolved
    Me and Jay Rock kill these niggas 'til they dissolve
    I hope you appreciate my view as the biggest fly on the wall Writer/s: Johnny Reed McKinzie
    Publisher: THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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