Sky High

Jump on the range imma empty my shells
Jump in the range imma go fast as hell
I'm tired of cooking, chef fuck up a kitchen
You acting so soft like I'm petting a kitten

I'm kicking down doors and pulling out bitches
I'm blowin em kisses, they takin my picture
I'm taking my shot, like I'm pouring the liquor
If we pulling on triggers I'm pulling mine quicker

She calling me up, like she call for predictor
I'm wiping my lips as I'm spitting on tracks
I be taking a break while I'm vaping out back
The fuck do you care, get the fuck out my way

The air get thicker, an the light start to flicker
The hair on yah neck start to stand at attention
My mind seem lost, I'm in another dimension
Or I'm stuck on earth just to serve a life sentence

Don't feel like repenting, I'll believe in myself
Except those two days I was locked in a cell
So I traded my socks for a paper and pencil
I pulled my thoughts from my mind on the shelf

I'm fucking my rhyme up, to keep my lines fresh
Oh you want a new song, well we got em on deck
Oh you want a new flow, am I shouting to fast
Well look at these poems, im lapping your ass

You running on empty, I'm guzzling gas
Waiting real patient, give me a match
I'm alpha omega, i started on sega
Now I'm PlayStation, I'm playin you fakers

I do it for passion, you do it for cash
What I say is the truth, I live by my word
My team is the pride, hunting down herds
Pay me with listens, I wanna be heard

I'm too high to write, my thoughts are all clouded
What the fuck am I saying, I'm up to the challenge
I need you to move, y'all are making me crowded
I need me some room, get the fuck out my palace
These thoughts in my head, they a devilish balance
That's how I write raps with this evil and malice
I'm popping them off, like I'm sniffing gun powder
And I'll keep popping off til my chalice run over

Quit with yah lying, i can see my play count
Two hundred thousand, it making me proud
But the world is still fucked so I'm taking it out
Cause us as the youth are fucked with no doubt

Being on a keyboard is where they want you to be
We should be using our energy hitting the streets
An making these songs to keep highlighting wrong
Man the system is broke an they know it is dawg

They gave us our phones, so we keep our heads down
They legalize weed, so we dumb it all down
They feeding us pills til we work and we drown
Putting on smiles while we voting with frowns

I'm too high to write, my thoughts are all clouded
What the fuck am I saying, I'm up to the challenge
I need you to move, y'all are making me crowded
I need me some room, get the fuck out my palace
These thoughts in my head, they a devilish balance
That's how I write raps with this evil and malice
I'm popping them off, like I'm sniffing gun powder
And I'll keep popping off til my chalice run over

This is not what I had in mind for this beat

I'm so skied
I'm sky high
I'm so lost
In my mind

Beats keep calling
Chef keep balling
Love keep falling
Beats keeps calling