Sky's The Limit ft. PMO $howtime Lyrics

I been on my grind knew my day was comin'

I could never pass it up got no A button, say sum

Youngins on that block everyday hustling

Tryna get a dolla move they momma out the projects

Wanted him to be a doctor but it's hard though

So he in them trenches feeling lost, call him Waldo

Yeah he got a vision, leave it locked inside his heart though

Why would he paint it out when they don't view him as Picasso?

That's real shit

I'm tryna make it to heaven I gotta go through hell

Got me rolling through the deep, feelin' like Adele

These niggas movin' slow motion only time'll tell

And imma shoot my shot to play the clock and imma play it well

As time goes by I'll make you play the witness

Hold ya hands up high these niggas playin victim

Game twisted run it up these niggas shape shifting

Fuck a price tag what's the price for you to pay attention?

Yeah, but they don't feel it

Used to say that time heals all but they ain't healin'

I'll bet these niggas feel me when i'm clutching on that Milly

Yeah i know that sky's the limit so I left em at the ceiling tryna make it out

Sky's the limit, but nothings given gotta get it

I can't move my pivot cause they might play me like a scrimmage

If I start it imma finish, I can't stop winning

This shit is picture perfect but it's nothing like an image, no no

He ain't built to be in the field, he need to go home

Gotta think fast but them perkies got him moving slow

I can't let them niggas take me from my bros, hell no

Keep that thang on me if niggas want the smoke I'll let it blow

Used to rock that G Shock, I'm tryna cop a Rollie

Remember when they claimed solid, why my niggas folding?

Pockets used to be empty now they lookin' bloated

And if I said it then I meant it nigga you can quote it

I'm sendin' shots like I paid for the liquor

You gettin' cropped you ain't made for the picture

See my life gettin' bigger, shit gettin' realer

No time for no fake ass niggas tryna slide in the building

It's too hard to function all this hate and all this jealousy

And I ain't get a thanks for giving why they November me?

Shit I feel like Calboy how they envy me

I'll leave a stain on they brain they gon remember me

I spit that shit that make you stop drop it and roll

I'm gettin hot but my heart gettin' cold

Imma stick to the code, never fold

My dream to make it out the Ville got a nigga feelin' like Cole, for real

Sky's the limit, but nothings given gotta get it

I can't move my pivot cause they might play me like a scrimmage

If I start it imma finish, I can't stop winning

This shit is picture perfect but it's nothing like an image, no no

He ain't built to be in the field, he need to go home

Gotta think fast but them perkies got him moving slow

I can't let them niggas take me from my bros, hell no

Keep that thang on me if niggas want the smoke I'll let it blow