FLY ENOUGH TO BE VIRGIL Lyrics – DC The Don

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[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
The way the driver outside, you would think a n!gga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing ’round the crib while yo’ b!tch fake sleep
I could never trust a rat n!gga outside snitching, on Say Cheese
You should see the way we living now, a condo in the sky, I’m feeling eight feet, yeah
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I’m standing ten toes
Have you ever had a b!tch crying on 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

[Verse]
GTA, I’m using cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah, yeah
All I needed was a deep throat, now I’m riding round, smoking petrol
Texting me like I’m a a$, had to tell this b!tch that I was Steve-O, yeah
Now shorty speaking my lingo, told her thanks, bae, that s*it was fuego (Fu*k)
That’s another body, so it’s case closed
It ain’t easy as it seems, swerving on them beans, so I need to lay low, woah
Now shorty turn into a feing, try to crash the residence so now the gate closed, woah
My old hoes turned to new opps, so security staying on the payroll (Woah, woah, woah, fu*k)
Tryna cause more stress, blowing smoke in the air
Can I catch my breath?, woah
Uh, like, roll another wood, but it’s not going good, uh
Hit it out the park, uh, feel like Tiger Woods
Uh, on the move so fu*king high, I’m dodging every hurdle, uh, yeah
Had a vision then I made it happen, now my heart bleeding out purple, uh (Oh)
Let the fu*king choir sing while I’m on the scene, screaming bloody murder, uh, yeah
I swear I’m living in a dream, wondering if I’m fly enough to be Virgil
Or high enough to feel gold, 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, n!gga, fu*k the purpose”
So fu*k it, I just love 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 rain, but my tires all in the pavement, yeah
Then crash out in this place, where a lot of people don’t make it (Woah, woah)

[Chorus]
The way the driver outside, you would think a n!gga play for the major league
Balenciaga got me tip-toeing ’round the crib while yo’ b!tch fake sleep, yeah
I could never trust a rat n!gga outside snitching, on Say Cheese (Woo)
You should see the way we living now, a condo in the sky, I’m feeling eight feet, woah
Fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but I’m standing ten toes
Have you ever had a b!tch crying on 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)

[Part II]

[Intro]
What the fu*k?
Look at your bank account, what did you do today?
Did you go- Did you check your bank account? What the fu*k?

[Verse]
Is it too late? Is it too late?
You should see the face you making at me right now
Did your mood change? Did your mood change?
I can only see this going 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 doing too much, ah, doing 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