Touch The Sky ft. Kali Malia, Michael Christmas & Najee Janey Lyrics

What it do, what it do, what it do, You are now live and in tuned, With that sounds wavy

Radios, ha ha, here with a new, Exclusive, no need to say names, This the Roxbury link up, so, I'ma Need y'all to throw your hands up For this one, try to touch the sky If you can but if you're driving, Please keep one hand on the Steering wheel, peace

City's embrace just made a Thousand off streams while y'all In barber shops debating who the

Best in the bean, I'm in the studio Serving up quotes and cooking up Beats, this shit BFG

The way I stand tall catching my Dreams, they say I'm cocky cause I talk about my accomplishments

It just sounds like they're mad Cause they ain't yet to accomplish Shit, I'm just giving the

Universe it's compliments, Because I manifested this with Confidence, and now there ain't No stopping it, check it, from Recording on a phone, to my own Studio at home, pacing

Back and forth pondering, like How the fuck I'm gonna make this Work, I ain't had nobody

Put me onto this, I'm just being Honest shit, did it myself even When the path was dim

I was out here dropping tracks And not even getting a cent, but I Still worked hard as

Shit, wasn't until I put it together It made more sense, been here on The rise touching

The sky ever since

Touch the sky, show them why You're worth it, reach out high, You know that you deserve it

Touch the sky, show them how You're working, touch the sky, Touch the sky, yeah

That sounds wavy, for all the days Was broke we holla fuck you pay Me, I won a championship

I'm at the spot you finna lose your Tip, you're too loose off the lips, JK we finna have

A good time, invite the staff and Spliffs, remember cracking off the Dreidel, taking off with

Niggas tips, remember packing Like 5 minutes before we had to Take them trips, we had left

Out of Chicago, blasting off like Rocket ships, back to the crib, I Had a plan like Elon Musk

To launch this shit, kill a croc Across a nigga in his socks and Shit, my record apple music

It ain't spacial bitch it's lossless, Tryna make it shit ain't easy it Ain't obvious you gotta piece up That whole puzzle while you Figure marketing, fuck it

I get so high don't know where The bottom is, he like the Wildcard, don't even know where Dennis Rodman is, they know is Know it sounds wavy, it sound all Gravy, but dawg pay me before This shit get all crazy

Touch the sky, show them why You're worth it, reach out high, You know that you deserve it

Touch the sky, show them how You're working, touch the sky, Touch the sky

I'm rising like the sun when it Come up, put my hours in shit get Done up, early bird

Gets the worm for the summer, But knows everything counts for The come up, still prepared for

Whatever don't run up, and don't You ever judge a book by it's Cover, cause that's when you

Might get surprised by the highs And lows, slip and fall into a trap When you was climbing

The rope, I can't relate to those Tryna pull a fast one, I'm slow to The race but I won't

Be the last one, I'm moving at the Pace that gives me a place to be, Better than the mistakes

I happen to make, knowing Myself I look to the sky and touch It forever, hope for the

Best and keep it together, nothing Or nobody's gonna stop me and My vision, except the man

In the mirror, I hope that make it Clearer for you

Touch the sky, show them why You're worth it, reach out high, You know that you deserve it, Touch the sky, show them how You're working, touch the sky, Touch the sky