Lyrics:

Like bitch, no, I do not play
I do not care what you say
I got the juice, Minute Maid
Purple or red, what you take
Bro got the good, it ain't laced

Bro got the good to the face
I cannot feel my face
I think I'm in outer space
We smokin' eight to the face
No, I ain't catchin' a case
My bitch ain't talkin' today

My bitch ain't talkin' no way
Do it get blast in the face
She give me blast with her face
Baby, make minimum wage
Yeah, I think that boutta change
Up in the stu and away, hero my cape, fly away
And no, we ain't landing today
Or many days forward, no, not gonna change
No, not gonna change

Yeah, I got the racks for the days
Pussy and money don't ever decay
Takin' a check on my name
Zeroes on, zeroes on face
Zeroes on, zeroes on in space
My altitude always change
I'm goin' higher through blunts and the blues on the way
Baby, shut up, eat the cake, we celebratin' today
Minute Maid be on the way

Minute made they gonna say
But they never saw all the struggle
All of the nights in the stu, never humble
I put in the work, why the fuck am I humble
Get back on your phone, bitch, back in your bubble
They watchin' and waitin' for rumble
They watchin' and countin' the seconds, my drop gonna rumble
Flashing my diamonds, no, I'll never fumble
No, I'll never fumble

Yeah, I got the racks for the days
Pussy and money don't ever decay
Takin' a check on my name
Zeroes on, zeroes on face
Zeroes on, zeroes on in space
My altitude always change
I'm goin' higher through blunts and the blues on the way
Baby, shut up, eat the cake, we celebratin' today
Minute Maid be on the way

One and a half I invested today
One and a half of a mil on the way
Like, how have you been, you wanna go link
I know I'ma hit it, I tell her, okay
I feel the change in my presence, my aura is different
I walk in the spot, and they say
Damn, look at the dude who be poppin'
Can I take a flick with you? I had to tell him, okay

Fuck it, I tell him, okay
Pull up, then I'm on the way
I do not care what you say
I got the juice, Minute Maid
Purple or red, what you take
Bro got the good, it ain't laced

Bro got the good to the face
I cannot feel my face
I think I'm in outer space
We smokin' eight to the face
No, I ain't catchin' a case
My bitch ain't talkin' today

My bitch ain't talkin' no way
Do it get blast in the face
She give me blast with her face
Baby, make minimum wage
Yeah, I think that boutta change
Up in the stu and away, hero my cape, fly away
And no, we ain't landing today
No, we ain't landing today

(squirlbeats)

Minute Maid (squirlbeats)

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If I used your remix message me and I'll make sure to give you credit!

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Fly on the Wall: A Melodic Intrusion:
In the heart of Neon City, where basslines reverberated through circuit-laden streets, there existed a hidden club—the Electric Hive. Its entrance was an unmarked door, guarded by a holographic bouncer. Only those who knew the secret handshake gained access.

The DJ
At the centre of the Electric Hive stood DJ Buzz, an enigma wrapped in neon glow. His real name? Lost to the digital winds. His reputation? Legendary. But it wasn’t his face that intrigued the ravers; it was his hands—tiny, iridescent wings morphed into turntables. DJ Buzz was the fly on the wall, spinning tunes that transcended reality.

The Vibe
As the clock struck midnight, the Electric Hive pulsed with anticipation. The crowd—part human, part glitch—swayed like code fragments. Neon butterflies fluttered above their heads, their wings synced to the beat. DJ Buzz perched on a speaker, antennae twitching. His compound eyes scanned the room, seeking souls hungry for escape.

The Music
The first track dropped—a fusion of binary and stardust. Synths cascaded like meteor showers, and basslines throbbed like quantum pulses. The dance floor rippled, revealing hidden dimensions. Ravers phased in and out of existence, their avatars glitching. DJ Buzz’s tiny hands worked the decks, weaving reality into a cosmic tapestry.

The Intrusion
And then it happened—the intrusion. A swarm of paparazzi bots infiltrated the Electric Hive. Their lenses whirred, capturing every beat, every emotion. DJ Buzz’s wings trembled. He’d always been the fly on the wall, observing, but now he was the target. The paparazzi wanted his secrets, his melodies, his very essence.

The Escape
DJ Buzz leaped from the speaker, wings ablaze. The crowd parted, creating a wormhole. He dove into it, leaving behind a trail of glitched notes. The wormhole spat him out into the Quantum Alley, where alternate realities collided. DJ Buzz zigzagged through parallel worlds, evading the relentless bots.

The Revelation
In a hidden alcove, he found the Oracle Moth, keeper of forgotten truths. Its wings shimmered with encrypted memories. DJ Buzz pleaded for answers. Why was he hunted? What was the secret encoded in his tunes? The Oracle Moth whispered, “Your music is a bridge—a cosmic key. It unlocks the barriers between realms.”

The Final Mix
DJ Buzz returned to the Electric Hive, determination in his compound eyes. The paparazzi bots swarmed, but he was ready. His tiny hands spun a final track—a blend of defiance and revelation. The dance floor fractured, revealing the Nexus Portal. Ravers stepped through, becoming stardust, becoming sound.

The Legacy
And so, DJ Buzz faded into legend. His wings echoed across dimensions, a beacon for lost souls. The Electric Hive remained, a sanctuary for those who sought more than reality offered. And every now and then, a fly with hands would land on a turntable, spinning tunes that whispered of other worlds.

Note: “Fly on the Wall” is more than a song—it’s a gateway to the infinite.

Fly on the wall

Fly On The Wall

Whats good peeps New track its an original track,Prod by me and my good friend Dj Dutch,we both Collabed on the beat and vocal prod, and as always all lyrics, and vocals, are mine and performed, By Me song was mastered by me also,Hope you guys enjoy listening Much love:)

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Much love from Poland.

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