In the Sky (feat. Fat Ron)

Quarter ounce of heaven
Man, it's such a blessing
Smokin' medication so I'm stressin' less and less
The sun is shinin' brighter, pass me a lighter

I'ma see if this next OG blunt gon' take me higher
Think I'm in the sky, but I can't open my eyes up
Might mess up the dream I keep havin' about the stars
And I don't wanna wake up, until it's where we are

We made it so far, we made it so far, man, we work too hard
We work way too hard to let you pull us down
Even if you try, try with all your might, you don't stand a chance
So put down your hands, get ready for the right

I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky
I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky

See, I'ma let these niggas live today
But they owe me they life, like all my niggas on Sallie Mae
Hope they stay prepared, never know when I'm comin' for 'em
One shot from me, and it could be all over for 'em

So tragic, closed casket, bruh
I ain't even rappin', I'm mackin', like Pimp C in action
Feel like I was destined to win ever since my past life
Rollin' up, burnin' hash, sittin' back, laughin', like

We made it so far, we made it so far, man, we work too hard
We work way too hard to let you pull us down
Even if you try, try with all your might, you don't stand a chance
So put down your hands, get ready for the right

I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky
I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky

Never been Microsoft, I'm a mack
All these scars on me but I ain't got no tats
Whippin' that Lexus, so fresh and so clean, OutKast
Nigga ain't nobody dope as me (ain't nobody dope as me, but I)

I need money like I need money
How high am I when you see a nigga?
I might be part Indian, call me Chief-a-Nigga
I'm just hotboxin' my teepee with my niggas

After I get my weed I'm out the shop
After I hit the homies with the plots
After I get a blunt on 85th & Western and make a right
I see you interactin' with the cops

Flow too greasy, I'm on some other shit, we feces
I'm just tryna hit the studio 'til like three-sumn'
My girl think I got another bitch, she wanna leave me
Why she wanna make that a option? I think we got somethin'

Duckin' the arguments, dippin' from the apart-a-ment
Had a half a blunt in the whip, I had to spark the shit
I'm in the clouds, I feel profound now

I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky
I don't wanna say I told you niggas, but I already told you niggas
If you got a problem you can meet me in the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Glen Boothe Jr, Darryl Farris
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