Still the Motto - Cj Fly

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen

I go by the name of, Captain Fly

And my Co-Pilot on this flight today is, Cookin' Soul!

Ya know what I’m sayin, that’s that crack music

Cra-cra-crack music, ooouh, Check check

As you can see

Do this rap shit with accuracy

Your old dude got his Acura

Seized

Must have not had drive

If you sittin' in the passenger seat

Ain’t tryna

Make you baffled, so please

I could have your bath filled with ease

Glasses chilled, champagne spilled kind of accidently

Now we both messed up, can’t just leave

So we have to come clean

Truth be told, my tooth go gold, I Midas well be your king

A rubio, whose rubies glows, she might as well be my queen

Memba the Platinium card shards for the silver

You ain’t never had the pebbles but you will ma'

Bring you into the conglomerate, its up to you if you rocket

Keep it exposed, whether or not you got cliffs

Take it all while you can, wallet last

Lo horses looking like a maverick

Feeling like Dallas real negus in existence

Soul get holy need a prayer, I spirit with my 6th sense

Don’t trust in god then money, you won’t get Lent

She know she wanna roll with me (x2)

Ain’t ridin' in a stolen Jeep

Ain’t ridin' in a stolen V

I’m carrying the O on me (x2)

So I’m just ducking police

Ducking the D’s, I say fuck the police

My nigga puff on your weed!

I’m tryna be one of the best to do it

So don’t you be clueless thinkin that you could just

Maneuver quick this is a movement

My newer shit ain’t like manure shit

Went to school with kids, who was cooler with the Hoover Crips

I’m tryna be stupid rich

Have bread and not know what to do with it

Always knew these tricks, what you want from me

The doob or spliff, my boots is Timbs

So I got a little bit of tree up in 'em

It’s in my family genes to get it, denim going missing

But if the shorty got the riches, then things might go different

I won’t go broke on paying for dates, I break her off, she chipping

Tummy full, least I could do is put my tip in

We get sauced then I dip in, act as her stuffing on thanks giving

Hit them curves, then I be drifting

Energy exerted made her give in

Eye got bags cause lately you’ve been trippin'

Could see we had a spark and I know we caused friction

All I gotta is good riddance, later

(Motto never changed, it’s still fuck cops!)