If I'm Lying, I'm Flying

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YoungSavin

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Look, it's Young
Savin
If I'm lying then I'm flying, yeah, Kodak said it best, yeah
If I'm lying then I'm flying
Yeah, 'Kodak' said it best
They might tell you that I'm violent
Kodak flashes on yo' chest
Ima' tell you how I feel
Nothing more, nothing less
My cousin told me, "Bro, you ain't ever gotta stress"
YoungSavin on the beat, tryna make a milly
Pop a pilly, ayy
And spend it in a week, uhh
DM'ing, talking big till I saw him on the street
Like Ace, I gave him cold feet
We got bigger glocks then dreams
We got the RT, SRT, rev like Rari's
True's on my jeans, that shit cost me hardly
Limp on my walk, cause the stick, no Atari
Last time I seen you, had you tweaking saying Molly
Molly
Popping on the daily, told her call me
Left me with pain, no scars on my body
We don't click like Rich, yeah, without the Roddy
If you dare talk on me, swear of God, I catch a body
Swinging
On me, one on one, and you missing
Had to duck down, two shots and they hittin'
Felt them ribs crack in my fist, he was bitchin'
Snakes get snaked, I'm sick of all the hissing
Low key
Got me feelin like I'm in a movie
Who? Me?
Better not shoot with yo' tooly
Put that shit away and grow a pair, f*ck yo whole team
Run toes
We don't pull gatts, we don't gun hoes
Cap!
Cheap thrills, bitch, turn me zombie
Got my hittas pushing weight, damn, need a dolly
Talking on my name, did me dirty, that's so OP
Saying that know me, if you did, that's the old me
Shoutout Del Valle, we was ballin' like we Kobe
He was flipping sides, like a leva, thas' yo' homie
Own cousins got beef, if you ask me, thas' bologna
But if you run up, get cooked, macaroni
I got nine-nine problems
If a bitch is one, then I might not solve em'
He feeling like the man with a cocked revolver
And when it come to dogging, it go be barking
If you wanna cut a deal then I call my patna'
He got the choppa, yeah, mags in my pocket
If we meeting up then I grab my rocket
We got big dreams and there ain't no stopping
We got the RT, SRT, rev like Rari's
True's on my jeans, that shit cost me hardly
Limp on my walk, cause the stick, no Atari
Last time I seen you, had you tweaking saying Molly
Molly
Popping on the daily, told her call me
Left me with pain, no scars on my body
We don't click like Rich, yeah without the Roddy
If you dare talk on me, swear of God, I catch a body
Swear to god, I catch a body
Pilly got me walking zombie
Keep the beat going, I like that shit
Is all me foo

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