[Verse 1: CJ Fly]

Concord Grape Juice on a Concorde

Done lots of birds, but she acting like a condor

Something like my money, I'll pile it

I'm ill, been airborne way before July 6th

Just got up, I have numerous disguises

Could cook it, only if you let me in, and then I'll jet

The way your body shaking so seismic

Gave you my heart and other parts, but that's private

That means I wasn't in my mommy's tummy

So much paper all around me, got me feeling like a mummy

Just terrific

Lyrics was written in hieroglyphics

Copped two O's and 7, now I'm feeling like I'm on a mission

I'm like a runway plane, just tryna get lifted

On Cloud 9 without reefer in my system

Fly like a hero, though I'm chilling like a villain

Closed like a sealant, up like a ceiling

If I say it's going down just be sure to have your parachute

She give me lots of head I call her Betty Boop

The Airport is like my fortress

In the Air Force, but never wearing Air Forces

With a flow like a faucet

Yo STEEZ take the L man, tell 'em that we forfeit

Tell 'em that we forfeit

And let Joey be the one to torch it

[Break: CJ Fly. & Joey Bada$$]

So fly, so fly

So fly, so damn fly

Alright

This the part where I come in?

Alright, cool

Check

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

I'm ancient, y'all niggas ain't shit

I don't sleep, I'm too anxious just to make it

Nigga, and I don't like waiting

But I hold weight like obese patients

It's amazing, but still eat like rations

Tell 'em save the piece for the beast with no training

Eyes got Asian and gray started fading

But blame it on the blood, it's Jamaican, I'm just saying

So now, likkle yout roll mad trees

Don't forget the Dooby Doo like Daphne

Word from the wise, nigga, step aside

‘Cause son is on the rise, wake up and smell the caffeine

I'm the best there is, if you ask me

I stay proactive and still keep 'em bumping like acne

Ain't just another youngin’, he should quote them twice

I know niggas who sold they soul just so they could hold they life

Just because they grew up, didn't know they rights

Now they in the pen, cause they tryna fight, couldn't control the riot

This for y'all in Rike, all my wrongs and all my rights

R.I.P. to my niggas who saw the heat and got iced

[Break: Joey Bada$$]

World is not nice

Yeah, nigga

Yo, STEEZ, get your fat ass over here…

Ha ha ha ha

[Verse 3: Capital STEEZ]

All I need is, uh, Mary Jane, a paper and pen

If infatuation's a sin, please say it again

And if our world is filled with good people

Then why we fall victim to the root of all evil?

Yeah, my mind set on fly shit

But my mindset is more on that Marley and Nas tip

You ain't fly yet, boy, you's an ostrich

I left the coop like Corvettes in '96

And I flocks with birds of a feather

We fly all winter, I ain't scared of the weather

Listen, niggas been winning since the beginning

And there's no telling who gon' be with me in the ending

P-E's here and we lifted

Call us Popeye, got a pipe and that spinach

Eyes can't open, so I’d rather leave 'em squintin'

Then I knock out by the time that it kicks in

Where the loud pack? Gotta have teen spirit

Where that loud pack? Gotta have team spirit

So fly every time I serve a bar

There’s a tax write-off as a muthafuckin' stewardess

I'm way over heads

Double entendre, could you say it again?

[Outro: Capital STEEZ]

Could you say it again?

Could you say it again?