I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings

I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets

I still deliver like a midwife

With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.

Imma sip until I feel it, Imma smoke until it's done.

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.

I just have a thing in my brain that when I'm about to do something that's genuine or authentic, I think of it in song form. I'll be like, 'Yo, this is a human emotion that no one talks about.'