Lyrics to Fly Enough To Be Virgil
Yeah
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing 'round the crib while yo' bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga outside snitchin', don't say cheese
You should see the way we livin' now, a condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Yeah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I'm staying ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin', all you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, 'cause she gotta sit low
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Yeah)
GTA, I'm using cheat codes, put a combo in and make her leave, woah (Yeah)
All I needed was a deep throat, now I'm ridin' round, smokin' petrol
Textin' me like I'm an asshole, had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shorty speaking my lingo, told the next bae that shit was fuego (Fuck)
That's another body, so it's case closed
It ain't easy as it seems swervin' on them beans, so I need to lay low (Woah)
Now shorty turn into a fein', try to crash the residence so now the gate closed (Woah)
My old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin' on the payroll (Woah, woah, woah, fuck)
Tryna cause more stress, who want smoke in the air?
Can I catch my breath? (Woah)
Like, roll another wood, but it's not going good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move so fuckin' high, I'm dodgin' every hurdle, uh (Yeah)
Had a vision then I made it happen, now my heart bleedin' out purple, uh (Oh)
Let the fucking choir sing while I'm on the scene, screaming' bloody murder, uh (Yeah)
I swear I'm livin' in a dream wonderin' if I'm fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to feel gold
Or real enough to ride Rolls
Or man enough to feel embarrassed when I speak the truth in every single song, uh
A false prophet tried to tell me "It's about the money, nigga, fuck the purpose"
So fuck it, I just love my Nina, then I cock it back and hit its cervix (Fah, fah)
And it's still partially my fault, uh
Tryna take another me out of my ways (Yeah, yeah)
I just swerve off in that rain, but my tires all in the pavement (Yeah)
Can't crash out in this place where a lot of people don't make it (Woah, woah)
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing 'round the crib while yo' bitch fake sleep (Yeah)
I could never trust a rat nigga outside snitchin', don't say cheese (Woo)
You should see the way we livin' now, a condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Woah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I'm stayin' ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin', all you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, 'cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Skrrt, skrrt)
What the fuck?
Look at your bank account, what did you do today?
Did you go- Did you check your bank account? What the fuck?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
You should see the face you makin' at me right now
Did your mood change?
Did your mood change?
I can only see this goin' down one way (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let's just keep it real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's just keep it real (Oh, oh, oh)
Let's just keep it real, I can't just say that I'm sorry
Know it's not enough, I could say I'm sorry but I know it's not enough
Said I'm doin' too much, ah, doin' too much
But I just gotta say it anyways
I'm sorry, my love
I'm sorry, it's just not enough (Ooh)
I'm sorry, I could say it all day
I'm sorry, it's just not enough for you
You, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Let's just keep it so real
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing 'round the crib while yo' bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga outside snitchin', don't say cheese
You should see the way we livin' now, a condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Yeah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I'm staying ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin', all you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, 'cause she gotta sit low
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Yeah)
GTA, I'm using cheat codes, put a combo in and make her leave, woah (Yeah)
All I needed was a deep throat, now I'm ridin' round, smokin' petrol
Textin' me like I'm an asshole, had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shorty speaking my lingo, told the next bae that shit was fuego (Fuck)
That's another body, so it's case closed
It ain't easy as it seems swervin' on them beans, so I need to lay low (Woah)
Now shorty turn into a fein', try to crash the residence so now the gate closed (Woah)
My old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin' on the payroll (Woah, woah, woah, fuck)
Tryna cause more stress, who want smoke in the air?
Can I catch my breath? (Woah)
Like, roll another wood, but it's not going good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move so fuckin' high, I'm dodgin' every hurdle, uh (Yeah)
Had a vision then I made it happen, now my heart bleedin' out purple, uh (Oh)
Let the fucking choir sing while I'm on the scene, screaming' bloody murder, uh (Yeah)
I swear I'm livin' in a dream wonderin' if I'm fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to feel gold
Or real enough to ride Rolls
Or man enough to feel embarrassed when I speak the truth in every single song, uh
A false prophet tried to tell me "It's about the money, nigga, fuck the purpose"
So fuck it, I just love my Nina, then I cock it back and hit its cervix (Fah, fah)
And it's still partially my fault, uh
Tryna take another me out of my ways (Yeah, yeah)
I just swerve off in that rain, but my tires all in the pavement (Yeah)
Can't crash out in this place where a lot of people don't make it (Woah, woah)
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing 'round the crib while yo' bitch fake sleep (Yeah)
I could never trust a rat nigga outside snitchin', don't say cheese (Woo)
You should see the way we livin' now, a condo in the sky, I'm feelin' eight feet (Woah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I'm stayin' ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin', all you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, 'cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Skrrt, skrrt)
What the fuck?
Look at your bank account, what did you do today?
Did you go- Did you check your bank account? What the fuck?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
You should see the face you makin' at me right now
Did your mood change?
Did your mood change?
I can only see this goin' down one way (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let's just keep it real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's just keep it real (Oh, oh, oh)
Let's just keep it real, I can't just say that I'm sorry
Know it's not enough, I could say I'm sorry but I know it's not enough
Said I'm doin' too much, ah, doin' too much
But I just gotta say it anyways
I'm sorry, my love
I'm sorry, it's just not enough (Ooh)
I'm sorry, I could say it all day
I'm sorry, it's just not enough for you
You, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Let's just keep it so real
