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