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Fly
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fly adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Blanco Entertainment tarafından 8 Ağustos 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıFeed 'Em Till They Fed Up
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Çıkış Tarihi8 Ağustos 2025
FirmaBlanco Entertainment
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM95

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate G
Nate G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Makridakis
Samuel Makridakis
Composer
Nathanael Paulson
Nathanael Paulson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smak
Smak
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Chorus]
Yeah, fly shit, me and my boys at the table now
Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed
Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route
With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down
Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around
I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it
Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house
To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around
[Verse 1]
Thank you Lord, you let the blessings keep on tippin'
I'll be wrestling these visions of me getting it, then slipping
Feel the pressure, but no wicked 'cause I stay in my lane
Feel like I was meant for this, shit, they stay playing them games
Lot of people want my spot, but I ain't letting them take it
So I'ma grind to show all these motherfuckers who Nate is
Been layin' dope shit, ain't tryna get locked in the station
I put my heart down to conquer back the time that I wasted
I can't lie now, even though there might be some days where I can't find out
Why shit just doesn't go my way
No need to cry about it, like to stay on top the game
Keep on movin', till I'm comin', so you can't stop me today
'Cause I got business to attend to and got money to make
And my team is right behind me, they all brothers to me
And we ain't cutting corners, brother, we just done it that way
Let's smoke this pack and get high like up, up and away, 'way
[Chorus]
Fly shit, me and my boys at the table now
Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed
Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route
With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down
Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around
I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it
Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house
To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around
[Verse 2]
Red carpet at the awards when we stepping out
Seven deep, yeah, South Tweed up in the fuckin' house
Let 'em be, these motherfuckers never been around this type shit
Bitch, I think I like this, I heard there's people vibing to the tracks
I'm hiding in the back, like they don't feel it, but they steady tryna find me where I'm at
They shake my hand, like damn, you the man
I was there, watchin' all your brothers perform on the stage? I'm a fan
That's God's plan, appreciating all the love
Just shows the shit that I was thinking ain't what it was
So don't get caught in your feelings, had to sort out my shit and just be patient
If I don't, the devil makes his way in to feed lies out
Tell you shit you don't want to hear
If you believe this shit'll take you on a ride, he don't care
So don't be scared, boy, just be prepared, boy
If you ain't here to get your money, why you here, boy?
[Chorus]
Yeah, fly shit, me and my boys at the table now
Took a seat even when these lights said we ain't allowed
Cruising down these roads 'bout to find a paper route
With these tracks and shows, bitch, I'm 'bout to lay it down
Boy, be yourself, leaving you can stick around
I made the move, your motherfuckers couldn't talk me out it
Stuck to it, from making music in my mama house
To rippin' the stages and reppin' shows with the best around
Written by: Nate G, Nathanael Paulson, Samuel Makridakis
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