JOOKS - Cj Fly

You could smoke my shit but don’t pass it, hahaha

That’s how we comin', huh

Fly

I’m sitting in the car finishin' my Backwood cigar

Keep my dank in the jar, gettin' smacked off the la

Love my OG but some of y’all ain’t teaching you right

Did my homework, scoped the scene, like a thief in the night

Don’t got much, it’s only right I take what I like

If it come down to it, then I’m taking a life

Grabbed my mask, contemplatin', bring the Tre or the knife

I ain’t never been a plumber but I stayed with the pipe

Never know what you may need on a job, so stay equipped

Know they won’t see me plotting, 'cause I’m watching from the whip

Was a two for one special if I caught you with your chick

I’ll get whatever’s comin', I know karma is a bitch

I can’t worry 'bout that because I don’t got time

Bunch of other fuck shit that I got on my mind

'Cause bills is due, this what I do, ain’t never dropping a dime

Saw someone walking with a phone that was about to be mine

Spotted my prey, then I crept up on 'em like a ninja

Put my hoodie on my head and my index on the trigger

Left my hood for all my missions, couldn’t rob my fellow nigga

I’m Fly, but no angel, never gon' be pointin' fingers

Said, «Shut the fuck up, if you scream I’ma shoot

I don’t wanna have to hurt you, all I need is the loot»

Tried to reach for his wallet, I ain’t tell you to move

Pistol whipped him, bust his lip, then made him bleed from his tooth

I then told my mark, he could empty out his pockets

Had the gun right in his face so he ain’t have no other options

I had to look around to see if anyone was watching

He make any sudden movements again, I’m gon' pop him

I tried to keep the peace, always rather not use force

Try to not resort to violence, shoulda been on a resort

When you hungry in these streets, you don’t have any remorse

I tend to learn my lesson when I let things run it’s course

He gave me everything he had and then I let him go

I said, «I saw your address so if you tell a soul

One shot from the .38 gon' make your head explode

In the back of your melon, where you’ll see the exit hole»

Just a game of chess and you were my pawn

I did the right wrongs, just to keep the lights on

Did .211s as a freshmen, now I write songs

Learned about computers, never thought I’d be an icon

I hope I make a lot of money and my life long

Now that the is mission completed, nigga, I’m gone

Fly