[Hook: Betty Trouble] I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high
[Verse 1: XV] See, I grew up on that Northside Where the ballers don’t play courtside They wear colors, and ride for they brothers Throwin’ they C’s up and B’s up and courts high And I touched my first 45 When Jordan was wearing that 45 And I couldn’t ball, I was like 4’5″ So I stayed inside writing up more rhymes Well of course I, had problems with thugs Who told me that I couldn’t get any love In the city I’m from, don’t know why I stayed here, never said bye Dad said no, Mom said try Shorty said “who? ” Now says “hi” Teacher sighs, says “what you gonna do? ” “When you leave school” And I said I
[Hook: Betty Trouble] I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high
[Verse 2: XV] More fire, more fire As I get higher and higher My bars get tighter than Rikers When I get behind mics like I’m Myers And lay on my bandwagon Call it radio flyers But if you roll it, come on then I hope you saving your tyres Don’t buy my CD, just to see me ‘Fore the day I expire I am here permanente I swear my name could be Kaiser No fat lady’s gonna sing Skinny chicks in my choir And life’s a bitch But I swear that bitch couldn’t be finer I asked my momma, where we go from here? No clue till we die So living like this our last is the move for the night Called me a nerd in high school Now my school is so high I’m flying first class Like my homeroom’s in the sky And I
[Hook: Betty Trouble] I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high
[Verse 3: XV] Knew that I could when they told me I can’t Said I was good, I told ‘em I’m great Funny my hood, they told me I changed I said yeah, only the game Now am I here throwin’ up squares L & 7′s up in the air They askin me “Vizzy you really prepared? ” I say “hell yeah, where’s my chair? ” Keep yo throne, leave my wings I am grown off something Got me flyer and feeling super I am Mario 3 This is when no-one knew who I would be Back then when no one would ever believe Now they see cause I fly with my dreams in front of they eyes Look
[Hook: Betty Trouble] I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high I learn to fly So you, you run to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
