[intro: jet 2]
I've been waitin' for this moment for a minute
Hold on, y'all gotta excuse me, a nigga hungry and shit
Drizzy, man, i hope you don't mind me doin' this
'cause i know this is your joint
You know, you and page, and all
And i got yo' vocals on the hook and shit, pause
And i got my nigga smirk wit' me on the adlibs
And drake!
Aye, you know when i first heard this
I was always like, "one day, i'ma sing this shit wit' drizzy"
No riding, my nigga!
But don't you find it funny how dreams come true?
[chorus: drake & (jet 2)]
I'm still fly i'm sky high and i dare anybody to try and cut my wings
(try and cut 'em, nigga)
I'm still shuttin' cities down every time i come around
Nigga i'm still doin' my thing
I'm still
[verse 1: jet 2]
I don't spit, i dentist, actually, rappers will be the cavities
And i'll just be the cap to cover
Mother fuckin' flow like a bunch of sour patches under
Tongues, slippin' saliva from the taste of how he rap or somethin'
Spittin' like tobacco chewin' tablets of my magic flow
Practice on the instrumental, welcome to my talent show
I can show a bunch of people every single weakness
And you still will never threaten me, i'm chillin' like the weeknd is
But never weak in this game; even after seven days
Every day that i see the sun, i consider it heavenly
Never listened to evolution, scientists be lyin', shit
And i just try and spit the truth in every line that i invent
Jet 2 is a fuckin' beast, fuck if you think opposite
The only nigga tell his soul and still come out on top of it
Even after the tribute, apologize if i missed you
But half the people wouldn't do half of the things that i did do
So, even if i had said too much, or didn't say enough to please
Fourteen minutes straight, and i just prayed that i could fuckin' breathe
I went and spilled my soul and spit it smoother than the summer breeze
And they say, "one under the soil is planting yet another seed"
So, rest in peace to larry howard, forever a fuckin' beast
And anyone to ever say different is just another feast
I eat you mother fuckers, spit your residue up on the beats
And chew the instrumental, wear my spirit on my sweater sleeves
So in the event that i go, my soul won't have to sweat it
I just rap to ease the pain like my lyrics are anesthetics
So i give my fame to god, i work better without the prominence
'cause you could ask my genes, my genetics could prove my dominance
Never tried to hold the whole world inside my palm
But if it so happened to fit, then muh fucka, i'll be palmin' it
I'm armed just like a palm and like a pretty bitch, i'm bomb wit' it
I'm ghetto like the slums, but smart wit' it just like obama is
The mother fuckin' future, if you're quick on your predictin' shit
And i would never break out of my faith, are you ridiculous?
I never had to shadow who i am with all the images
That rappers tend to get, and i don't have to pretend to get
I just let the truth set me free from all the sentences
That y'all just tend to judge without knowledge of why i spit the shit
But who are you to judge without the gavel god sentence' with?
I'm standin' on the land of the ocean where moses split the shit
I'm walkin' in the faith as to where i don't have to think to stop
A giant like goliath, amazin' how david slings his shots
Even when saul attempts to slay him, david's faith is stationed strong
So you could shoot your envy at me, i'm prepared to take it all
From the wrath of goliath to the days of david sparing saul
The lord is my shepherd, and his cattle is my army
And my prayers are assurance, and my faith is my insurance
And my confidence is burnin' to the point where it'll furnace
An inferno like the club in daygo, fire to your inference
Flamin' truth to ignorance; even the inconsiderate
I spit until the track is burnt out, and then i rinse the shit
Just as hot as the stove top that moms be cookin' dinner with
I'm flammable like the molded wax on top of the candle lit
But no strings attached to the lines of all of my mental thoughts
I'm stuntin' so hard on this beat that even my dental floss
(jet 2 whussaaap!)
[chorus: drake]
I'm still fly i'm sky high and i dare anybody to try and cut my wings
I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand him
Nigga i'm still doin my thing
I'm still fly i'm sky high and i dare anybody to try and cut my wings
I'm still shuttin' cities down every time i come around
Nigga i'm still doin' my thing
I'm still
[outro: jet 2]
Yeah, shout-out to those who continue to have faith in me
I love y'all; i got faith in y'all, too
And we gon' do this shit
Wrekless
[chorus: jet 2]
I'm still fly, i'm sky high
And i don't really care 'bout what any one of y'all think
I'm still hustlin' for mine, nigga i'm gon' shine
Just as quickly as any one of y'all blink
I'm still