Touch the Sky
I don't think they hearin' me, seriously I get up in my head, I really fear the beast
Been throughout the mud just like a pair of cleats And I'm just tryin' to touch the sky, them other guys don't even care to reach
I'm just tryin' to dine, for all them times, we would barely eat Money on my mind, if I stress it, that's a rarity
Oh no, my flow, colder than your carrots be Polo head to toe, walked in the store, they got the best of me
Tried to feed my dog, he wasn't even in my pedigree Knock him off the top before I let him get ahead of me
Used to have that stash spot, that shit felt like a treasury Devon Dutch, I'm mad hot, and I don't need no ecstasy
Hot like hell, but they can't help but to remember me Ballin' on that block top, and I don't need no referee
Hit that nigga, now he movin' like a centipede Niggas bumpin' gums like they never bleed
Your team as strong as its leader, I see you ain't got no centerpiece
Goddamn, boy, I thought you was the man It's Devon Dutch, I give a fuck what niggas sayin
Like, what the fuck these niggas sayin'? No for real, though
I used to get them bags in like Bilbo And I be always on my grind, but ain't no steel toes
YVE, them be the niggas that I kill for Niggas that I kill for
They like Devon Dutch, they rhymes just ain't as sick as yours I'm sick for sure, I'm feelin' blue, I drip Dior
And my nigga keep the stick like he from Gryffindor And if it ain't about them chips, then why you trippin' for
Why you trippin', man? Come on, man Smoke you a fuckin' Dutch master, man
Ain't no swishers around here, man
Been throughout the mud just like a pair of cleats And I'm just tryin' to touch the sky, them other guys don't even care to reach
I'm just tryin' to dine, for all them times, we would barely eat Money on my mind, if I stress it, that's a rarity
Oh no, my flow, colder than your carrots be Polo head to toe, walked in the store, they got the best of me
Tried to feed my dog, he wasn't even in my pedigree Knock him off the top before I let him get ahead of me
Used to have that stash spot, that shit felt like a treasury Devon Dutch, I'm mad hot, and I don't need no ecstasy
Hot like hell, but they can't help but to remember me Ballin' on that block top, and I don't need no referee
Hit that nigga, now he movin' like a centipede Niggas bumpin' gums like they never bleed
Your team as strong as its leader, I see you ain't got no centerpiece
Goddamn, boy, I thought you was the man It's Devon Dutch, I give a fuck what niggas sayin
Like, what the fuck these niggas sayin'? No for real, though
I used to get them bags in like Bilbo And I be always on my grind, but ain't no steel toes
YVE, them be the niggas that I kill for Niggas that I kill for
They like Devon Dutch, they rhymes just ain't as sick as yours I'm sick for sure, I'm feelin' blue, I drip Dior
And my nigga keep the stick like he from Gryffindor And if it ain't about them chips, then why you trippin' for
Why you trippin', man? Come on, man Smoke you a fuckin' Dutch master, man
Ain't no swishers around here, man
Credits
Writer(s): Devon Riportella-crose
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