[Intro]
Nice view from up here
Where we at?
Bo Jackson
Right here (227, let's get it)
Perfect vantage point
[Verse]
Free Lethal again, the Eagles and Fins in the field
It's pick him or mess him up in this league that I'm in
It's open field day where most of us cheatin' to win
Flag on the play, now let the season begin
I'm the star quarterback, just tryna sell a block on the DM
Win, lose, or draw from all the laws that we bent
Rules that we broke, work that we sold, tools that we tote
Stuck to the stick on the strip, I was glued to the post
Racks in my socks, sack in my drawers, strap on my hip
Never took a front, never turned my back to the block
Trap in the spots, matchin' my dog snaps from the zip
Twistin' up a blunt, still hurt from what happened to Swali
(Like this je ne sais quoi) It's 227 'til the day that I die
Big Griselda, don't nothin' beat a failure but a try
Had a nine-month run from October to July
It'll break your heart to find out that he who gettin' slimed out
Every dream that nigga ever sold, you didn't buy
'Cause everything that nigga ever told you was a lie
And we know the truth, I'm Tommy Lasorda with a pie
SlimFast with the weight, from North Dakota to the Chi'
[Chorus]
Sky is the limit from a bird's-eye view
Where the work sky-high and the Perc' sky blue
Where the Sky-Dwellers bust and the birds don't fly
Ain't no such thing as trust and it's some truth in every lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, but the thugs cry too
Seen my first drive-by murder at the drive-through
Sky is the limit from a bird's-eye view
Where the work sky-high and the Perc' sky blue
[Outro]
Let's get it
Nice view from up here
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
