Vincesmoke - Advise You to Fly (feat. K.I.M) Lyrics

Yo I feel like I just grew a pair of wings
Took off in a highly majestic fashion
And left a crowd of peasants staring up at the sky, like damn
Vince, how did you do that? I need some advice
Advise you to fly

I advise you to fly, or the lies will grab your ankles
You will die, no disguise will save your life or pave a way for you
Must decide to fight or there's no way for you
Ain't no saving those who don't wanna be saved
Too late, maybe not but I will not wait
Demons on my ass ain't showing signs of slowing their pace
Feel like a pusha with pounds of kush in my trunk in a chase
I'm pressed, like fruits for the juice, obtuse all you fools, what's your angle
Gotta earn your stripes, what's a pussy to a Bengal
Banging up beats I beat'em down and leave'em all mangled
Triple the bets I'm going all in and leaving no survivors
No one alive, can you feel my pain it's deep like I'm diving
Or deep like balls go when you teeing off with a driver
Balls deep when I dream I'm all up in your vagina,

We fly high
While you pussies fly low
Coming at you fast like hawaii 5-0
We fly high
While you you pussies stay low
Staying on the ground while we flying round go
I been feeling Gucci
Like where's your manager because I be feeling boujee
Skipping my taxes lames trying to sue me
Like I'm 70 and wife is a young beauty
Bitch square up, make you stare up
Grab a big bitch, make him scared up
Drop to his knees, send his prayer up
Make a bitch's eyes get flared up
I'm a kid infatuated with toking that smoke
I've been number one on your list of the goats
Hitting up your bitch and I know she's trying to smash
Trying to step up, master hands you can catch
Goin back home to your little ass friends
Bring your whole crew that's ten wins with the Mac
Cooking up flows like Sanji Vinsmoke
Captain big blue Bills like I'm Zoro

I'm gonna get, I'm gonna get, all of the bread, all of the bread
I'm gonna get, I'm gonna get, up in her breasts, up in her breasts
I'm gonna get, I'm gonna get, I'm gonna get whatever I envision
I don't no need no type of ism, I believe in my willpower
Without it I would still be sour like warheads
Tormented but appeased with more head, you're dead to me
If you can't cheer for the homie, appearing so phony
Not at the top but I'm feeling so lonely
I been setting up and taking A-I-M
I say I am the greatest, second K-I-M
I pray I can maintain the mindstate I'm in
So long as that's the truth, I will slay thy pen
Stirring up a storm, what a side effect
Ill since I was born, like birth defect
I'm gonna be a f*cking hero, yea, that's a fact
Smoke season whole planet, that's where it's at

Hey Vince, I'm gonna need some answers
How come all these rappers always fall under my standards
They feel like they mastered, the craft of a rapper
But they stuck on the surface, they don't know what comes after
So maybe we should preach it like a pastor
Lyrically give the gospel, make it hostile
Making rappers quit and make ourselves the model right
Yo I kind of be thinking that be the answer my guy
I pity them, thinking they worth millions
But they all shitty and clearly not the wittiest
Well we've been waiting patiently, honing our skills
Swords and the shields, but they be stupid popping their pills
And we be ready for war, bitch