Black Skies

(Chosen Kody)
(Fas you made a hit)

Oh, oh, oh, here we go again
Don't open up the book, if you know how the story end
They probably never have my back, until they see me in a Benz
Watch the niggas in your circle that ain't clapping once you win
Success was knocking at my door, I had no choice, but let it in
Blood, sweat, and tears, so in result, my family always gotta grin
Hopefully my writing talent free Dimari out the pen
Tay, I thought that I had lost you, I just didn't look within

Happily, not even sometimes
So many tragedies, it left me tongue tied
CJ just thinking bout those good talks, bro that shit give me chills
The way you gave your heart to football, then died inside the field
One day you here, the next, you took off, type shit that seem surreal
Whichever terms you on, you should call, tomorrow's not revealed
Been getting crossed so much, he could fall, hardbody how he built
No, they can't stand the way I stood tall, they rather see me kneel
High-school, was treated as an outcast
If it's God's plan, you can't do nun about that
I was right there screaming out for help, ain't get a shout back
Huh
Yeah, I had to raise the stakes, this ain't outback

Oh, oh, oh, here we go again
Don't open up the book, if you know how the story end
They probably never have my back, until they see me in a Benz
Watch the niggas in your circle that ain't clapping once you win
Success was knocking at my door, I had no choice, but let it in
Blood, sweat, and tears, so in result, my family always gotta grin
Hopefully my writing talent free Dimari out the pen
Tay, I thought that I had lost you, I just didn't look within

Me and Tim used to have this hoop shit inna collar hold
Moved to Plainfield with the bougie kids, but I wish I stayed in Downers Grove
I drop, the rap game dead meat, kinda like the Jeffrey Dahmer show
Cause I rap, and leave a deadbeat, kinda like the life my father chose
Heart covered in snowflakes
Not to mention my soul ache
Un
Deep inside of me dying, but I lie, and say I'm ok
Pray these tears start drying, from me crying, in a close day
You ain't check for me, in my broke days
Oh, you thought it couldn't go both ways
Everybody hate to see the nigga winning at a low age
On this road to riches, laughing at you niggas having road rage
Try my best to keep it real, cause it get so fake
Guess it ain't funny now, all my haters gotta ghost face

Oh, oh, oh, here we go again
Don't open up the book, if you know how the story end
They probably never have my back, until they see me in a Benz
Watch the niggas in your circle that ain't clapping once you win
Success was knocking at my door, I had no choice, but let it in
Blood, sweat, and tears, so in result, my family always gotta grin
Hopefully my writing talent free Dimari out the pen
Tay, I thought that I had lost you, I just didn't look within