Skies Lyrics

Like a tree, I'll up the stick and

I could care less about opinions, just the business

Nostalgia sniffing like I wonder, oh shit, what is it

Revolver hit you quicker than a missile, free my minions

That's coming for the skies with pencil, and smoking sinsemilla

Draw your image stencil, right before they come and peel ya

Nonsense on this beat, but it got me feeling ill too

Condense the heat in wav files and stack em like an igloo,

with mp3's, y'all some npc's

That's coming for my energy, man I fuck with Enrgy

He ain't made this one, he leave my mind blown like a Kennedy

I'm talking my shit son, but fuck, I ain't got a single enemy

I just got back doored, not literally, exactly,

I'll leave it at that score

Not a single soul's ahead me, yeah

Hit her from the back, what a wonderful view

I was running for my life, from none other than you

Damn, I'm bring a being honest right back again

Flinging way beyond, wait, what's happening

Like a rocket to the face, I'll be blasting it

In the stars, my name and face will be plastered in

I'm contagious like a leper, better stay back

Staying down 'til I'm up, cause I can't just say that

Where the pape at

Can't recreate that

Get it by the a handful by the brims, fuck a wave cap

Fuck that demon, if it greet me, I won't wave back

I could pull it out the bank, but I'ma pull up out the dark

I just dropped my homie's rank, bro, forgot I was a boss

Flipped the rolls, and now I'm grinding off the motherfucking gloss

Damn, I'm bring a being honest right back again

Flinging way beyond, wait, what's happening

Like a rocket to the face, I'll be blasting it

In the stars, my name and face will be plastered in

Like a tree, I'll up the stick and

I could care less about opinions, just the business

Nostalgia sniffing like I wonder, oh shit, what is it

Revolver hit you quicker than a missile, free my minions

That's coming for the skies with pencil, and smoking sinsemilla

Draw your image stencil, right before they come and peel ya

Nonsense on this beat, but it got me feeling ill too

Don't care 'bout what you into, said I had it, and I still do