Skywards

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Money is the motivation
Get a job go work, get promoted, face lift
Made a hit, made some fans and now I'm fornicatin'
Had a dream, Dr. King, then I went a chased it yeah
I'm on a date I think she'll let me taste it
I been fed up wit your antics and that fuckin' fake shit
I ain't into all that cuffing keep that fuckin' bracelet
Imma ride for the gang and thats it case closed
I'm rollin rollin rollin
Mensa said it best, I mean I'm going going going
I be showing up, people show me love, what the fuck is up
Dap him up, where you wanna go, I be good as fuck
I be on the road, I be takin trips, I be breaking down
Good weed, I be making spliffs
You be top floor, bitch I'm on the roof, what it do
Lookin down on you, looking up to me, holla hallelujah

Holler out at you
Parlez vou, to me, and my homie threw the alley oop
That way, roll another J, roll up witcha ya bae
Okay, and we getting paid, just another day yuh
Came from makin' beats on the lunch seats
Yeah they called us freaks, guess we must be
Now we going up, got a show, we show em up
Every where they know it us, know what's up, blowing up

And you could say that Imma, dreamer
Rockin' Lennon lenses, all we know
Hit the gas, hit the gas cuz its all we blow
Whip it fast, whip it fast, everywhere we go
And you could say that I been doin' real good
Now she been gone and I been on my own
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll

Skywards, sky be on my mind
Won't stop till I get what's mine (Won't stop no)
My word, I be on my grind
Won't stop till I get what's mine (Won't stop no)

Smoking weed in front of public housing
Daydreamin' bout the day I make a hunnet thousand
Yeah, and, tour busses, and designer outfits
Wait, keep lookin for 12 they fuckin' prowling
When in high school, they ain't fuck wit the boy
I mean the gang did
Skipping classes, thought that we was on some lame shit
But now we glowing up, and, we gon be famous
Yeah, please don't bother me with that fake shit
I got my friends, you on that waitlist
Mr. Monogamy is obsolete
But, I be retro, if you go on a date wit
Me, but don't bother me wit no fake shit
When I'm on stage, yeah I go ape shit
Been workin need a vacation
Chillin wit all my favorites, homie we gettin wasted

All I know, is that I got you
We be mobbin', we be high too
We gon ride, yeah we gon ride, for you
And, all I see, is that you got me,
They can't stop me, sipping saki
Wit my posse, wrist so rocky, ohh true

And you could say that Imma, dreamer
Rockin' Lennon lenses, all we know
Hit the gas, hit the gas cuz its all we blow
Whip it fast, whip it fast, everywhere we go
And you could say that I been doin' real good
Now she been gone and I been on my own
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll
And you could say that Imma, dreamer
Rockin' Lennon lenses, all we know
Hit the gas, hit the gas cuz its all we blow
Whip it fast, whip it fast, everywhere we go
And you could say that I been doin' real good
Now she been gone and I been on my own
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll
With the homies out in Oakland, I be on a roll