text: Let it fly
  Let it fly like the birds in the sky
  Hotter than the weather in July
  I done did so much I cant decide
  Word, word to my guys
  She just get so wet, I slip and slide
  Had to get it back to give em five
  I, I, I...
  Yeah, its Mr. Michael Myers, man 
  Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin in 
  By the way we work, you think I had a twin 
  Im tryna run the game, it aint no subbin in 
  You cant phase me, slidin from a dangerous life 
  Always down to ball, Im tryna drain these nights
  See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights
  The way it go down we takin fours and keepin doors tight, yeah 
  We at the top, end of discussion 
  They mixin alcohol and that tussin 
  The demon in their eyes and they clutchin 
  I feed em Adderall and they bussin, yeah 
  I kept the towel, not throwin in, Im ridin round in my ends
  I got a driver for the Bent to drive me round when Im bent
  I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
  She wanna hit that shit again, nah 
   Thats the phone call, when my blood ring
  Its Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing 
  Let it fly 
  Let it fly like the birds in the sky 
  Hotter than the weather in July 
  I done did so much I cant decide 
  Word, word to my guys 
  She just get so wet, I slip and slide 
  Had to get it back to give em five
  I, I, I...
  Its alive, its alive, Im revived
  Its C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
  Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise
  You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we dont mind
  Losin our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
  Body take a week to find, the cops gon be like, Never mind
  Whats on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
  Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, Im so behind
  But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines
  And if you gettin out of line, I hang you with a clothin line
  Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
  Them hoes be lyin, its a thin line, and I know you know the line
  Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
  Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, thats a line
  Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines
  Stretch the line, skip the line, til you no more next in line
  Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
  Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin with
  The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, Im too equipped
  Talkin bout some fake niggas, based on true events
  Tryin not to get pinched, smokin on a stupid stench
  Lookin in the mirror tryin to figure where my pupils went
  Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, thats my hooligan 
  Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
  C5, best rapper alive
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Let it fly