[Verse 1: VerBS]
Signing off towards known to being harder with songs
The first rapper on the moon with his cardigan on
I'm so dapper on the move, stage to stage
And VerBS, stay fly, watch how I grace the page, hey
My fan base is starting to form
Thank god ya'll like something that's not in the norm
My patience done paid off
Grind like I make cof--fee
And I spit so sick that you may cough, gee
I'mma take off, peace I'm out
To another stage
Doin' good and now getting my mother's praise
But still think about the gutter days
Trying to take off in some better ways
Ya'll ain't trying to feel me
And I remember when, they wasn't trying to hear me
And now my plays is up, so what now
I got all my goals and pride in one line
No game, stop playing, it's time

[Chorus]
We are about to reach up to the sky
Put your best fits on, 'cause you know we about to fly
3, 2, 1, blast off, don't you ever question why
We were put up on this Earth
Gotta touch the moon before we die
[Verse 2: Intuition]
One of a kind, you never seen my passion
The first cracker on the moon with his Levi's saggin'
Pedal with no brakes, see I'm mashin'
Yo VerBS, let's start a clique, call it the We Fly Faction
Yup, we kick it old to the new man
I got clean kicks that's older than you man
Roll up with crew haters, know what to do
Because they see the clenched fists and know we'll fold up a fool, damn
Head turner, they're like "How's he so confident"
Don't got a lot but what I got I rock to optimum
Tell these Billy Jean breezies Intuition's not the one
But one night stands they'll regret after I got to run
I'm on that old Tom Selleck
Hairy, handsome, tight pants, an eighties sitcom relic
Scour the crowd for chicks who give bomb melon
With a look up on they face that screams "I'm not tellin.."

[Chorus]
We are about to reach up to the sky
Put your best fits on, 'cause you know we about to fly
3, 2, 1, blast off, don't you ever question why
We were put up on this Earth
Gotta touch the moon before we die