Cam'Ron - Touch The Sky lyrics
rate meFt. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA
Nigga try to show me and make history at round
You try to shit on me and history?
You history
You got the love, they got, and God I trust in I
When I get high I feel like
Touch the sky
And yeah I trust to kill
I make it so you dressed to die
Please the God, if you try to take the stand and testify
Yeah buddy boy turn the man in body lean
But ‘fore dirty niggas in some ugly teams
End the spike fakers, they can’t fight triggers
Drunk off, like that, let nigga
And whenever the time I got the trap war
Snooping out, showing out they top gone
I do what I have to do
They say : “You little bastard!”
Look man they all gonna laugh of you
Your wife did it in public, fuck with you like damn I love it
What discus? I’m discussing, don’t want to discus
Look me eye to eye
We can go eye for eye
But partner, I’m puffing on
Reach out and touch the sky
Look after, touch the sky
Smoke a blunt and touch the sky
Can’t anybody testify
Ah we just doin’ what we usually do
Not care what they ain’t use to use
Pounds on the floor, guns on the wall
If it’s money to make then I'm makin' the call
Blood on my chain, weed in the jar
Weed in the air, two pits in the yard
Head in the banz, cameras all over the crib
You broking, I can say that I just count money
You waving, just stay with us
Someone for stay with us
For grow up wand having ‘em
Making this money, can make ‘em real fast
Rolling the joint and I make it last
Wrapping my game ain’t no fakin’
Dropping my car like ain’t got no break in it
Now all my cribs are safe in it
Have my own and you start taking it
Rolling one up and I‘m facing it
Got so much you can taste the shit
Shout out the Juicy G.
He rock the Louie shade
We all get stupid pay, I ball and snoop today
Got one to them rings
Look at me sittin’ doing my think
I just try to up my sushi game
All school shit, she use a lane
Reach out and touch the sky
Look after, touch the sky
Smoke a blunt and touch the sky
Can’t anybody testify
Ah we just doin’ what we usually do
Not care what they ain’t use to use
Reach out and touch the sky
Look after, touch the sky
Smoke a blunt and touch the sky
Can’t anybody testify
Ah we just doin’ what we usually do
Not care what they ain’t use to use
Shit, I’m extra high
You buggin with and get pass decide
Dibble while the bag put it in the rest decide
Fans are really flow the cope and ready to die
Ask me if I’m stone when I have it not
Roll ‘em up, how try to hit this hella now?
ah cops they never rallies, I was press on time
Team, team pulling out but we ain’t talk this one
Sit in a corner pass, hustlers is talking us
Braking nights, blowing points, all on a side
While you was on the news bleeds
Acting dranking real tall
I was hitting with the pounds
Got like eight off
They ain’t clean and play off
They only hate cuz they lost
First class nigga make the flight before they take off
Ah fuck a label lesson, black label
Ending nigga but I’m not major
Still fuck the other side
Never let nothing right
Roofless shit, roof the bitch
See if she can touch the sky
Reach out and touch the sky
Look after, touch the sky
Smoke a blunt and touch the sky
Can’t anybody testify
Ah we just doin’ what we usually do
Not care what they ain’t use to use
Reach out and touch the sky
Look after, touch the sky
Smoke a blunt and touch the sky
Can’t anybody testify
Ah we just doin’ what we usually do
Not care what they ain’t use to use
