Blue skies There's nothing but blue skies Blue skies (see me) There's nothing but blue skies (Throw it up when you see me)
Look, never had a cent now I got a bent I ain’t talkin Bentley’s, I’m talkin' a bitch I got her bent over she bustin' them splits Lookin' up at the star, I’m tellin' her make a wish Hoes come around me tryna leave rich But I give ‘em no shit so they leave pissed Fuck ‘em, here's to the night, like Eve 6 My partner ain’t gotta put the dough in the deep dish Mic check, can you hear me? I’m loud as a symphony Smoke in my lungs, I’m a chimney Get it in your head like epiphanies Realize I am Prince Akeem, I roll with the semi So many repent me, part of ‘em resent me They think I’m Lucifer, I think God blessed me I was in hell while you rappers on Jet ski’s How in the fuck can yo raps represent me? I was on ten, now I’m on fifty I just spent a hundred, tell ‘em roll it up quickly I just got a hundred missed calls from the city Keep it 100, everybody fuck wit me Keep it 100, Kells, Keep it 100 Fuck ya’ll, you don’t know nothing I keep it 3 thou like Andre I done been an Outkast since I came up out mom's stomach I been smoking weed since I was a fetus Lil bad mothafucka, needed Baby Jesus Tryna be a millionaire, where the fuck Regis? Leaders of the new school and we all teachers First lesson: blue skies, blue dream, red eyes and catch red eye Fuck the real world, Kells
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
If ya’ll ride wit me, roll one up and get high wit me Turn it up and then vibe wit me, fuck the real world If ya’ll ride wit me, roll one up and get high wit me Turn it up and then vibe wit me Kells!
24/7 I’m putting in work Came from the gutter, no stain on my shirt You know the Land is where champions birthed So I hold the title till I land in the dirt Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp Overnight they think I tripled my worth Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk But this ain’t what you want, now I’m feelin like Durk (This ain’t what you want) Sing that shit to ‘em like Gerald Levert Couldn’t sleep on me with Ambien first Let the kid nap like an Amber alert Wake up and you know I had to get turnt Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth Yeah, EST runs shit Don’t make me get on my young shit Don’t get me talking that gun shit Don’t make me turn this whole thing to a function Don’t make assumptions I’m from the C, I ain’t talkin bout Compton I’m from the 6, I ain’t talkin Toronto Bitch I’m from Cleveland, you know the motto I’m the city’s Lucky Luciano, the gunner!
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
