Artist: D-Gotti f/ Will-Lean
Album:  Street Sermon
Song:   I Wanna Fly
Typed by: Lil Hustle

[Chorus]
I wanna fly, fly
Before I die-die, or I'ma ride ride ride
Now I ain't side and pride
I gotta try try, before I die die die

[D-Gotti]
I'm subject to be deceased, 'fore I'm 30
Loving the fast lanes, and the birds I be working
Affiliated with hog niggaz, that'll die for scrilla
Modern day mob figgas, and henchman blood tension
Now mention playing with me, you surrounded by ice
New millennium motherships, and double head like bikes
Pull a heist if need be, these streets ain't easy
And on my family I'd die, 'fore a buster see me
Am I too paranoid, following a drug release
And my belief to be the pussy, try to jump knee deep
And if I fall off my feet, somebody gon' get a fake ki'
It may not be where I sleep, but one of these cats gon' feel me
Reel me the big fish, and I'll light his ass up
Bare faced or masked up, he gon' give the cash up
Go on fight a grass up, and if it's bunk cancel that
Cause I'm thoed, and I just dipped a whole cancer black I wan a fly

[Chorus]

[Will-Lean]
Come fly these streets with me, everything you need to see I can count
On one hand all the niggaz that take heat from me, they'll cheat for me
They'll creep for me, won't let a bitch nigga get next to me
With drugs in they recipe, like PCP and ecstasy
Won't take my life for jeopardy, these streets won't be the death of me
Can't let them get the best of me, this game is just a test for me
Then left to see all my killers, all my niggaz all my gorillas be living large
Maserati and double R's, two story home with double garage
My whole click entourage, ain't no mo' running from the laws
Wanna be down from the start, this is straight from the heart
Best believe I did my part, earned my striped burned my mic's
Wrecking shows and freestyle flows, even before I learned to write
This is what my journey like, can't sleep I toss and turn at night
Bad dreams and bad things, is what I seen on my flight
In my blood I love to fight, laugh tomorrow and cry today
All this hustling all this struggling, just make me wanna fly away

[Chorus]

[D-Gotti]
Let me fly, and sit in a sauna and pop Cris'
With Rolly's on my wrist, exotic stones that gliss
Keep codeine in my piss, and Gucci up on my body
Niggaz play with my mind, I shot em down with my ducati
Hit the block up on my charlie, move a zone in rocks
Keep my paper in my socks, for them low down cops
Mow down blocks on blades, looking good for the public
Outside I'm looking fabulous, but inside I'm crumbling
Down this hill I'm tumbling, and it's living hell on bail
Them feds hit Northduck, got him for position to sell
I'm saying a prayer, cause they told me three strikes and a nigga out
I'm begging for bigger clout, and my mama a bigger house
Can't live a lie and puff la', with stress larger than Texas
Go to sleep in kevlar vests, cause I don't serve blesses
Unless it's by chance, and God accidentally hear me
But I ain't tripping, I just wanna fly 'fore death get me let me fly

[Chorus - 2x]