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To The Sky
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Jay Critch
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Intro: Aye To the sky Spark my blunt up uh Ay Ay Uh Hook: To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes Had to get up and go get it it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time Verse 2: And if my bro don't got the K then he gon shoot the nine Don't try to reach for none of my chains, that's like suicide Nigga this life we live no game, only you decide Open the sprite and got the drank, and put two inside And if I need you out the way, I know who gon' ride I put that bag head right on top of your head you know I could afford it Ride with the mop cause they wan' see me slip and that's way outta order She gimme mop when I'm whipping the Benz and I'm bending the corners And I'm still balling on niggas I'm going in all four quarters I see traffic in the lane but I got shooters in the corner And his wifey giving brain I took his bitch and she a goner Tryna block out all the pain I smoke the loudest marijuana Hook: To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes Had to get up and go get it it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time Verse 2: Went and bought all choppers See you niggas throwing up the gang but you niggas not on the roster Bad bitches out in JA nigga blessed up like rasta Sending money on the jpay cause brody went and got locked up We can't let this shit stop us Gimme head, nut on her face, she wipe it up, she proper Couple times had to do the race give a middle finger to the coppas These niggas acting like they in a barrel full of crabs and lobsters Big draco not the double barrel so it's guaranteed we pop ya Chain shining like glow man I'll pop a nigga at the pop-up Shawty bad we can't hold hands she eat it up like pasta Lotta hittas and a lotta grams this shit looking like shottas Pray to God, pray to my mans I told them that i got them This street ain't Sesame run up here get dropped, yeah Niggas talk a whole lotta shit from they trash can, they Oscar Big bro moving big birds tryna run it up to the top,yeah Trap open come shop here Im in Saks with that Glock, yeah Hook: To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes Had to get up and go get it it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time
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