The Sky

[Intro] Smoke nigga, smoke man Share with your brothers man Stop playing man Watch your hand nigga That nigga looking to get his son For real Uh huh Speak to me my nigga Word up Drop it, let's fly [Verse 1] Motherfuckers wanna kill me but ain't got the skill The infantry is murder one, chill All green Gottis leather pants on Some hoods, some Wally's Light medical, all day just pussy and robberies Take bread, project codeword Stuck in my head, eat cold eggs And fuck with the herbs Take a shot of Jack Daniels, get to dancing Posing in flicks, get rich (?) money, I can't spend it I eat up, an emcee who roll the weed up I'm number one in everything Rhyming ain't nothing but (?) the weed up Pen be basing like a Freemason on the train to white plains Two duffle bags and a white (?) Magnificent march call us the moguls Y'all niggas is local, low time I'm in the minds of the global saying get him God God, god, god's on I be two steps ahead with the axe on me Ready to part you [Verse 2] Ay yo Under the radar Posing like black Cubans, fat bow tie on We in the back Popping two new ones The emperor, all his jewelry on Silks and knives, I've got a few next to you Surprising to the real niggas, peace signs Stay out the cold when the beast shine And East Coast hot I know what time it is, a revolutionist Mind made exclusive hits Drink the best paint Sat in the royalty line, fine the paper chase Some sell just to get their weight up Just be careful word to mother straight up Heavy thoughts from this game saved up Respect a G when I'm in your presence playa So here's some flavor So you can nurture on and stay on your feet And touch the culture Let 'em know things ain't what it seem And let it sink in The plug deepen I'm overstanding the devil's plan to keep the people blinded but seeing