This is a song about "Dc young fly"

In every bird i see fly

Live off my lie and my lullaby

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

That's the way, you can move it baby

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

So let the bullets fly......

When i'm low, she take me high

Keep in mind we were so young

It ain't where i been

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Uh the realest niggas are so fly