SKYHIGH Lyrics

Don't hit my phone around this time, my n***a Smokin' exotic, it don't make no difference

I been pourin' that drink straight down my liver

Ohh nah nah, I been ready to slide, don't make no difference, I cry

Seven in the mornin', I been blowin' smoke, I'm sky high

So fuck them niggas that ain't built for this Ride through the city, this 30 on me with bad intentions

Ain't Martin Luther king I pacifist like Malcolm X

The preacher said we won't make it and now my brother dead

These hollow tips yeah, they explode, I like how they expand

And every day I be on go like how I lost my mans

That's why I'm steady, screamin', fuck them niggas on the gram

I got a hunnid voicemails, so I ain't acceptin' the call

My nigga can you tell me if I'm wrong

And they left seven hot shells , but I thought you was stronger

Shit like this make me wanna kill em All

Don't hit my phone around this time, my nigga

Smokin' exotic, it don't make no difference

I been pourin' that drink straight down my liver

ohh nahh nah,

I been ready to slide, don't make no difference, I cry Seven in the mornin', I been blowin' smoke, I'm sky high

So fuck them n****s that ain't built for this Ride through the city, this 30 on me with bad intentions

Ain't Martin Luther king I pass a fist like Malcolm X Countin bands, they gettin' stretched,

I don't fuck with n****s rats

7:30 at your candlelight, I'm pourin' all this tekken

Real shit, we been some dawgs since we been eleven

And I wish Jesus had a phone so we could talk to heaven

Mama I'm sorry streets, done turned your son into a stepper

But I been movin' cautious 1738, them shots will leave a n***a heartless

Still posted in this city, where my brother haunt it

Don't hit my phone around this time, my nigga

Smokin' exotic, it don't make no difference

I been pourin' that drink straight down my liver

Ohh nahh, nah

I been ready to slide, don't make no difference, I cry

Seven in the mornin', I been blowin' smoke, I'm sky high

So fuck them niggas that ain't built for this Ride through the city, this 30 on me with bad intentions

Ain't Martin Luther king I pass a fist (pacifist), like Malcolm X