Flying High

/Hook/ I'm flying high... Shooting up to the sky. Looking down on them haters. Niggas Goodbye! Don't need your opinions... Don't need your lies... Just myself... For me to rise. /Verse 1/ When I was boy, I wanted the toy. All the others had, I wanted to be like them. But they all had expensive shit, and my mom couldn't afford it. My dad didn't care, he said: "Be happy with what you get." But he had the money... Every single bit. And I knew that, so I got pissed. My hand made a fist. I didn't want to be teased, I wanted to be pleased. Didn't want them looking at me like I was some diseased. Sometimes I saw them eyeing me, like I was a possibility. If I knew better, I would've flipped them off, I hate being tranquility. I looked at them defiantly, and they backed off. I didn't even have to cough, playing sick wasn't needed. I just scoffed. That's when I started... Playing rough. /Hook/ I'm flying high... Shooting up to the sky. Looking down on them haters. Niggas Goodbye! Don't need your opinions... Don't need your lies... Just myself... For me to rise