Dc The Don Fly Enough To Be Virgil Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein' 'round the crib while your bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin' on 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 standin' ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin' out you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head 'causе she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Remembеr days I was piss poor, so I promised I'd never miss, no (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (Yeah)
All I needed was a deep throat, now I'm ridin' 'round, smokin' Petro'
Texted me like I'm a asshole, had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shorty speakin' my lingo, told her, "Thanks, bae, that shit was fuego" (f*ck)
That's another body, so it's case closed (Woo-woo)
It ain't easy as it seems, swervin' on them beans, so I need to lay low (Woah)
Now shorty turnin' to a fiend, tryna 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)
(f*ck)

[Bridge]
Tryna cause more stress
Blowin' smoke in the air (Woah), cannot catch my breath (Woah)
Uh, and roll another 'Wood when it's not goin' good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods

[Verse 2]
Uh, on the move, so f*ckin' high, I'm dodgin' every hurdle, uh (Yeah)
Had a vision, then I made it happen, now my heart bleedin' out purple, uh (Woo)
Let the f*ckin' choir sing while I'm on the scene, screamin' bloody murder, uh (Yeah)
I swear I'm livin' in a dream, wonder if I'm fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to feel gone (Woah)
Or real enough to right wrongs (Wrongs)
Or man enough to feel embarrassed when I speak the truth in every single song, uh (Uh-uh)
A false prophet tried to tell me, "It's about the money, nigga, f*ck the purpose" So f*ck it, I just load the Nina, then I cock it back and hit his cervix (Grrah, bah, bah)
And it's still partially my fault
Uh, tryna take a lot of me out of my ways (Yeah, yeah)
I just swerved off in that Wraith, burnt my tires all on the pavement (Yeah)
Then crash out in this place where a lot of people don't make it (Woah-woah)
[Chorus]
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein' 'round the crib while your bitch fake sleep (Yeah)
I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin' on 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 standin' ten toes (Sky)
Have you ever had a bitch cryin' out you everything she had to live for? (Why?)
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head 'cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, skrrt)
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I'd never miss, no (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Part II]

[Intro]
What the f*ck?
Look at your bank account, what did you do today?
Did you go—?
Did you check your bank account?
The f*ck?

[Verse]
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-woah-oh-oh-oh)
But let's just keep it real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's just keep it real (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh)
Let's just keep it real
I could just say that I'm sorry, I know it's not enough
I could say, "I'm sorry," but I know it's not enough
Said I'm doin' too much (Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh)
I'm 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
[Outro]
Just stay planted