Touch The Sky ft. John Legend & Rick Ross Lyrics

Touch The Sky ft. John Legend & Rick Ross - French Montana

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Touch The Sky"

Fresh out the gate

We gon' flood 'em

You know what it is (Hitmaker)

It's that Moroccan Sahara Desert where it meet the ocean at (So)

(Montana)

Turn it up til you can't turn (Han)

I'm pass different

Five bitches, I Saks Fifth 'em

They smoke weed but that Moroccan hash different

Glass pots to glass whippin'

One on one, bag different

Born Muslim but the tag Christian

Golden beach mansions

2002 Steve Francis

Too hard for your weak glance

They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada

And when they drop the bond I'ma free the wave up

I cop cribs by the kilometers

Cruisin' through Medina

Black hawks risin' like the phoenix

Six feet, it don't get more under

Till then glass floors with the Pitbulls under

Competition full of tricks and bundles

That's a sucker sport

Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court

Don't get me started

My crib, da carter

From New York but ain't no squares in my garden

Yeah, don't it feel like the rain's on my side

'Cause when it feels right my hands touch the sky

Pardon my high

Pardon the mood

Pardon while I touch the sky

Pardon my high

Pardon the mood

Pardon my vibe

Let us out back on these clowns, my head in the clouds

Whoever did me foul, she regrettin' it now

I play the music loud when I'm dickin' her down

A decorated crib, they call it nostalgia

I bet the way I live they find it arousin'

It is what it is, impeccable housin'

Alkaline water, blue champagne

I went to Jacob with a duffle on my campaign

Fast money still I suffer from a lack of patience

Back to basics

Broke nigga vaccinations

Me and French, Hall of Fame, comin' off the bench

A Richard Mille, new Mclaren and the baddest bitch

My doors butterfly for the summertime

Top floor, the Faena when she one of mine

They lost the ravioli and that's for the guys

It's the sunset, my hitters is on the rise

Yeah, don't it feel like the rain's on my side

'Cause when it feels right my hands touch the sky

Pardon my high

Pardon the mood

Pardon while I touch the sky

Pardon my high

Pardon the mood

Pardon my vibe

It feel good don't it?

It feel good don't it?

Don't it feel like, ooh