Fly Enough To Be Virgil Lyrics by DC The Don
Yeah
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein’ ’round the crib while your bitch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin’ on SayCheese
You should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, I’m feelin’ eight feet (Yeah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I’m standin’ ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin’? Are you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, ’cause she gotta sit low
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Yeah)
GTA, I’m usin’ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (Yeah)
All I needed was a deep throat, now I’m ridin’ round, smokin’ petrol
Textin’ me like I’m a asshole, had to tell this bitch that I was Steve-O (Yeah)
Now shawty speakin’ my lingo, told her, “Thanks, bae, that shit was fuego” (Fuck)
That’s another body, so it’s case closed
It ain’t easy as it seems, swervin’ on them beans, so I need to lay low (Woah)
Now shawty turnin’ to a fiend, tryna crash the residence, so now the gate closed (Woah)
My old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin’ on the payroll (Woah, woah, woah, fuck)
Tryna cause more stress, blowin’ smoke in the air, cannot catch my breath (Woah)
Uh, like, roll another ‘Wood when it’s not goin’ good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move so fuckin’ high, I’m dodgin’ every hurdle, uh (Yeah)
Had a vision then I made it happen, now my heart bleedin’ out purple, uh (Oh)
Let the fuckin’ choir sing while I’m on the scene, screamin’ bloody murder, uh (Yeah)
I swear I’m livin’ in a dream, wonder if I’m fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to field goal, or real enough to right wrongs
Or man enough to feel embarrassed when I speak the truth in every single song, uh
A false prophet tried to tell me, “It’s about the money, nigga, fuck the purpose”
So fuck it, I just load the Nina, then I cock it back and hit his cervix (Fah, fah)
And it’s still partially my fault, uh
Tryna take a lot of me out of my ways (Yeah, yeah)
I just swerved off in that Range, burn my tires all in the pavement (Yeah)
Then crash out in this place, where a lot of people don’t make it (Woah, woah)
The way the driver outside, you would think a nigga played for the Major League
Balenciaga got me tip-toein’ ’round the crib while your bitch fake sleep (Yeah)
I could never trust a rat nigga, outside, snitchin’ on SayCheese (Woo)
You should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, I’m feelin’ eight feet (Woah)
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I’m standin’ ten toes
Have you ever had a bitch cryin’? Are you everything she had to live for?
Lamborghini, LaFerrari, make her duck her head, ’cause she gotta sit low (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Remember days I was piss poor, so I promised I would never miss, no (Skrrt, skrrt)
What the fuck?
Look at your bank account, what did you do today?
Did you go—? Did you check your bank account? The fuck?
Is it too late? Is it too late?
You should see the face you makin’ at me right now
Did your mood change? Did your mood change?
I can only see this goin’ down one way (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
But let’s just keep it real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let’s just keep it real (Oh, oh, oh)
Let’s just keep it real, I can’t just say that I’m sorry
Know it’s not enough, I could say I’m sorry, but I know it’s not enough
Said I’m doin’ too much, ah, doin’ too much
But I just gotta say it anyways
I’m sorry, my love
I’m sorry, it’s just not enough (Ooh)
I’m sorry, I could say it all day
I’m sorry, it’s just not enough for you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Let’s just keep it so real