Kiss To The Sky (RIP Palesa) ft. Sowndboii Lyrics

Together we ride

Together we die

It's large pieces when we sharing these pies

Check the size

Zolo le stoko keep me outside

Kiss to the sky

Money and fam keep me alive

Pass me that bottle

Shit is 'bout to happen

Your block was quiet and we had you dancing

But the Yanos wasn't even blasting

I stayed low when you started acting

I see a booth

I spit a classic

See a rapper

I get to smacking

Right on his head if ever he cap

Throw bullets under his bed if ever he nap

And we got heaters if he think he gas

Spin him round and round in circles since these niggas hash

That's how you act when you raised in these Potch slums

I need a farm with my deal

Fuck what your boss wants

We getting future bags in these quiet months

You would thing my ****** ke ngwana kasi

He love pumps

The industry told me to make a wish

I took feature money

Hit the boarder for a *****

God gave me a squad

And then we hit a lick

Fergoson should hire

I shoot movies with my shit

I won't cap with my feeling here

You haters need a bitter year

I pray all my friends become millionaires

Billionaires

Trillionaires

But really there's no ceiling here

Together we ride

Together we die

It's large pieces when we sharing these pies

Check the size

Zolo le stoko keep me outside

Kiss to the sky

Money and fam keep me alive

Together we ride

Together we die

It's large pieces when we sharing these pies

Check the size

Zolo le stoko keep me outside

Kiss to the sky

Money and fam keep me alive

Spirit of Jesus but I live the Quran

My pass time is when I soul search

My body still but my soul work

You gotta learn to always put your own first

Church

Dee told me to never keep it in

Wherever she is I know she pray I win

So I spill it out and mix it in my gin

Everytime I'm popping bottles with my friends

She know

Together we ride

Together we die

It's large pieces when we sharing these pies

Check the size

Zolo le stoko keep me outside

Kiss to the sky

Money and fam keep me alive

Grew up around so true leaders

Mrs. Johnson's teaching Math

I'm just daydreaming about my OG's new Beamer

Writing love letters to Palesa

What a true keeper

My baby-baby