Uh yeah This probably the the last song I write in my old notebook Yeah I still use pens and pa and sh** all that sh** But lets get into this joint though [Verse 1] Rest in peace to my flow though cause I k** this sh** Your careers a sinking boat with no float though I purely spit with metaphors I thought of in cla** they're brilliant Should've taken notes instead of scheming on a** Giving me sa** cause you showed up to the showdown To throw down but got shown up sho nuff I showed out You're shut down, now shut up when you open your mouth When you on the pitchers mound ain't no need to look down I know everything I spit is going to hit home I know everything I spit is going to hit home Throwing spitballs at you Little League rappers Still disgracing families impregnating white daughters cause I'm using no wrappers Rushing backers and evading all tackles Take out the Big Kahuna you'll need more than a tackle box With a ride or die b**h then go strap her And strap yourself too while I turn you both into Casper [Chorus] This sh** here is nothing, nothing but bars (7x) k**ing beats I should be behind bars [Verse 2] Damn this sh** jump like I'm a hacky sacker Hijack beats to take out you sweet baby rappers Candy cane Cabbage Patchers, disk scratcher I don't stutter these words hit not an utter Said with this Ali flow b**hes know that I float I don't flutter (2x) So just fly with me (6x) Just ride with me (6x) Just fly, now lets fly Just ride, now lets ride [Chorus]