In The Sky

We gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin my niggas, in the sky
Missin my niggas, in the sky
And we gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin' my niggas, in the sky
Missin' my niggas, in the sky

Put up for my niggas, dead and gone
Ain't comin outside, they be runnin' in his home
I know bro go lock, a nigga down
I ain't gotta question, he gon get a nigga gone
I got the vision, in my head
Gettin' them riches, off them meds
Run up them digits, in my dental
She see I'm the realest, they be trippin' I'm trippin
I switched it up and I went executive, yeah
I switched it up and I went executive, uh

Say you want smoke, we ain't never gone run uh
Nigga want smoke, he don't even own a gun
We ain't doing no feds, but we don't go once
Fuck shooting in the air bro, hit em' with the drum
Everywhere I go gotta shoot it to me, uh
Tell em I trapped, a steal semi uh
Tell bro we're gonna run up, a mil quickly
We'll send em to the sky, nigga don't temp me
Left bitty to but nigga, I ain't the one
Get hit with this once, it's gone leave a nigga done
Boy I got my own bread, you be getting niggas crumbs
Nigga all my shooters fed, ain't giving niggas crumbs
I die for this chain, on my neck
And my respect
And I'm on they neck
And I'm on a jet
How you say it's trippy
We ain't never met
Let a nigga try it
He gone meet his death
Man this shit get real
And I'm in the field
Even when I'm not, i got the glicky on me still
Don't make me have to up, and leave a stupid nigga still
And these vvs's in my muthafuckin grill

We gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin my niggas, in the sky
Missin my niggas, in the sky
And we gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin' my niggas, in the sky
Missin' my niggas, in the sky

Put up for my niggas, dead and gone
Ain't comin outside, they be runnin' in his home
I know bro go lock, a nigga down
I ain't gotta question, he gon get a nigga gone
I got the vision, in my head
Gettin' them riches, off them meds
Run up them digits, in my dental
She see I'm the realest, they be trippin' I'm trippin
Uhm

Kill shit, for my dawg nigga
Tattoos, for these scars nigga
Milk shit out, these cars nigga
No white flags, in my war nigga
When it's on and crackin, no peace treaty
And I'm cool with that, cause I'm knee deep
Either me or you, talking six feet
This the art of war, that's how it gotta be
He'd kill for me
I'd kill for him
Them other niggas
We ain't sparing them
Did everything we suppose to do
If I rap about it then you know it's true
Would've took a life
Would've saved his soul
We ain't tuck a tail, when the beef was on
Fuck niggas that ain't, thuggin with us
Gotta pray for em', cause we'll probably kill em
Ain't no love in this
Ain't no trust in this
All my niggas really shed, blood for this
Make bail for this
Goin' to hell for this
Either real or fake
You can tell in this
My temper short
And my money long, and my gun big
And I'm dangerous
You cross the line, and I'm killin' nigga
Don't give a fuck about, being famous

We gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin my niggas, in the sky
Missin my niggas, in the sky
And we gon slide, when we get that drop
Smokin' on weed, trynna ease my mind
Missin' my niggas, in the sky
Missin' my niggas, in the sky

Put up for my niggas, dead and gone
Ain't comin outside, they be runnin' in his home
I know bro go lock, a nigga down
I ain't gotta question, he gon get a nigga gone
I got the vision, in my head
Gettin' them riches, off them meds
Run up them digits, in my dental
She see I'm the realest, they be trippin' I'm trippin
Uhm

That's right
Oh my, gad, gad
That's right
Oh my, gad
Gad, huh-uh
Ga-ad
Eh-eh eh-eh
Yeah-eh



Credits
Writer(s): Juwon Lee, Da'monte Lyles, Varun Sharma, J Gonzalez, Na Williams
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