To the Sky
You only understand the language
Of what, what we doing tonight and what we drinking
And what the fuck I'm gone wear
And why I give his ass my number what was I thinking
Oh, I'm tryna keep you cool as fuck feel the propellas
I'm tryna keep you cool as fuck feel the propellas
I was so done with this rap shit
How the fuck you niggaz still jealous y'all so irrelevant
Blow smoke to the sky
I am so high
When I tell em' bye they wanna cry
Niggaz they uh lie, lie, lie
But I'm something that you can't deny
Oh shit I'm roll with the clique
Either way uh nigga go
We can't lose for shit
You can take that risk
And lose your life
If you talking down
Just be precise
Go against the God
And I ain't taking bout biblical nigga
I'm talking bout I, king in the physical nigga
Don't go decide, to be a bitch or two nigga
Its in yo genes and I ain't talking scientifical bitches I'm on the rise
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul ta keep
But what if I don't believe in the Lord
Niggaz wouldn't fuck with me
But fuck the streets
I'm up nigga I can't sleep
No I'm lying nigga I'm dead sleep
I'm dreaming about yo broad
No, I ain't thinking bout no silly hoe
Fosho, they try ta break you down until you broke
Adios, you ain't traveling till its coast to coast or on a boat
Seeing different cultures different folks can I toast
Drinks in the sky
Put em' so high
When you winning
Man they wanna die
Niggaz they uh lie, lie, lie
Set you up like homie come inside
Then they fuck you over
Take yo money take yo pride
Take yo high all the way down
Now you feel reality
You taking care of all these hoes
That shit don't flatter me
Better put her phone down
My dick in her gallery
But you gotta stop it niggaz
Dick hopping on another mans pocket niggaz
Tryna rob em' knowing the judge stick cock in niggaz
Give you all that time
No need for wrist watches
Just take the coppa
You state propa, stop weight watching
Steak, lobster get yo own plate youngsta
Become a mobsta
Cop a dawg ass drop top
Make the summer live(er)
And get all the pussy
Don't cum inside her though
Blow smoke to the sky
I am so high
When I tell em' bye they wanna cry
Yes they wanna cry
Niggaz lie, lie, lie
Of what, what we doing tonight and what we drinking
And what the fuck I'm gone wear
And why I give his ass my number what was I thinking
Oh, I'm tryna keep you cool as fuck feel the propellas
I'm tryna keep you cool as fuck feel the propellas
I was so done with this rap shit
How the fuck you niggaz still jealous y'all so irrelevant
Blow smoke to the sky
I am so high
When I tell em' bye they wanna cry
Niggaz they uh lie, lie, lie
But I'm something that you can't deny
Oh shit I'm roll with the clique
Either way uh nigga go
We can't lose for shit
You can take that risk
And lose your life
If you talking down
Just be precise
Go against the God
And I ain't taking bout biblical nigga
I'm talking bout I, king in the physical nigga
Don't go decide, to be a bitch or two nigga
Its in yo genes and I ain't talking scientifical bitches I'm on the rise
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul ta keep
But what if I don't believe in the Lord
Niggaz wouldn't fuck with me
But fuck the streets
I'm up nigga I can't sleep
No I'm lying nigga I'm dead sleep
I'm dreaming about yo broad
No, I ain't thinking bout no silly hoe
Fosho, they try ta break you down until you broke
Adios, you ain't traveling till its coast to coast or on a boat
Seeing different cultures different folks can I toast
Drinks in the sky
Put em' so high
When you winning
Man they wanna die
Niggaz they uh lie, lie, lie
Set you up like homie come inside
Then they fuck you over
Take yo money take yo pride
Take yo high all the way down
Now you feel reality
You taking care of all these hoes
That shit don't flatter me
Better put her phone down
My dick in her gallery
But you gotta stop it niggaz
Dick hopping on another mans pocket niggaz
Tryna rob em' knowing the judge stick cock in niggaz
Give you all that time
No need for wrist watches
Just take the coppa
You state propa, stop weight watching
Steak, lobster get yo own plate youngsta
Become a mobsta
Cop a dawg ass drop top
Make the summer live(er)
And get all the pussy
Don't cum inside her though
Blow smoke to the sky
I am so high
When I tell em' bye they wanna cry
Yes they wanna cry
Niggaz lie, lie, lie
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Writer(s): Alvernis Johnson
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