Fly High - Ca$his: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Fly High

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fly High was released on September 6, 2019 by Bogish Brand Ent. as a part of the album Ch4

Song Details

AlbumCh4

Release DateSeptember 6, 2019

LabelBogish Brand Ent.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ca$his

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ramone Johnson

Songwriter

Ricky Parham II

Ricky Parham II

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rikanatti

Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

A B.B.G.

Roll through the city on E, with about 5G's on me

I hit the tree, now I spit OG

In a constant chief in all my G's get lit off me

My mind be at work like a bee

And I serve the turf that's earth actually

Stay low from the fake, I'm blessed

See too many souls get sketched

Gone from the flesh, I try to keep my house in order

As time get's shorter, gotta make 6 figures every quarter

Look into the eyes of my sons and my daughters

Like even when I die, still be your supporter

**** ain't living the lane that they record of

I get money but make and get more of

No lame, if you're guessing it's your name

Destined for dough, perfected the flow

In through the window but the four-fifth on bruh, mane

I've been the all thangs, the plug, the dealer, the shooter

The **** that don't give a fuck, mane

Then my luck changed, realized I could make situations go away

With sum chump change, like a man life cost a thousand bucks, mane

Bucks mane, bucks mane

Aye, I guess times don't change

[Verse 2]

Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high

Days in my life pass by

All I do is get money stay high

Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high

Days in my life pass by

All I do is get money stay high

[Verse 3]

Here enters, a **** that's solid, attitude raw but his spit game polished

I got bros like Elijah Muhammad

And we make targets outta problems

And I don't care if you're a martian, we going all in

Whoever, whenever, we bleed the same

Your mans ran from a scrap, he's a lame

The streets is dirt, so each **** feed your brain

The help all you folks in the streets with fame

And put some legit change on they name

That's real **** shit, I was lost in a sense, but now

Innocent in a sense, 'cause when I shoot, don't miss in scuffed up tims

Kickin' **** and they shit, blood on my chucks but they blue like nip

No matter where I been, I ain't never been a bitch

So try that shit, I'ma fire that shit

Since you ain't got hands, put trey to ya dreads, yeah

Bye lil' bitch, I'ma grown ass man

And bein pussy ain't part of me, fam

I gotta a million waiting for me if I plan

And my bitch run away when I land

I ain't worried 'bout no weak ****

I'ma ball over y'all, you sit stuck where you stand in the bleachers, ****

[Verse 4]

Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high

Days in my life pass by

All I do is get money stay high

Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high

Days in my life pass by

All I do is get money stay high

Written by: Ramone Johnson, Ricky Parham II

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