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Touch the Sky
Wiz Khalifa
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Killa
Niggas try to shit on me and make history, Arab
You try to shit on me and make history, you history
Uh
You got to love the guy, in God I trust, he trust in I
When I get high, it feel like I (Touch the sky)
And yeah, I dress to kill, I make it so you dress to die
Bless the guy, if he try and take the stand and (Testify)
Yeah, buddy boy, turn him into Buddy Lee
With four dirty niggas in some ugly tee's (La-la-la)
And despite figures, they can't fight triggers
Drunk off light liquor like niggas (La-la-la)
In the wintertime, but I got the drop warm
Snowin' out, showin' out, the top gone (Na-na-na)
I do what I have to do, they say, "You little bastard, you"
Look, man, they're all gonna laugh at you (Ha-ha-ha)
You wifed it in public, fuck it, you like it, I love it
But disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna discuss it
Look me eye to eye, we could go eye for eye
But pardon, I'm puffin' on (La-la-la)
Reach out and (Touch the sky)
Look up and (Touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (Touch the sky)
Can anybody (Testify?)
Uh, we just doin' what we usually do
Nah, Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
Uh, 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
Handlin' biz, cameras all over the crib
You broke and can't stand it, to count this much money
You need enough stamina, some went to Stanford
I grew up on Cam and them, uh
Makin' this money and makin' it fast
Rollin' the joint and I'm makin' it last
Reppin' my gang, ain't no fakin' it
Drivin' my car like it ain't got no brakes in it, uh
Now both my cribs got a safe in it, uh
Had my own swag, you start takin' it, uh
Rollin' one up and I'm facin' it, uh
Got so much juice, you could taste the shit, uh
Shout out to Juicy J, he rock them Louis shades
We all get stupid paid, I ball, let's hoop today
Got one, need two of them rings
Look at me, say I'm doin' my thing
I'm just tryna up my sushi game
Old school shit, you's a lame
Reach out and (Touch the sky)
Look up and (Touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (Touch the sky)
Can anybody (Testify?)
Uh, we just doin' what we usually do
Nah, Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
Reach out and (Touch the sky)
Look up and (Touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (Touch the sky)
Can anybody (Testify?)
Uh, we just doin' what we usually do
Nah, Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
Uh, right
Shit, I'm extra high, you buggin', where's the pesticides?
Dibble out the bag, put the rest aside
Fonzarelli flow, the cool'll never die
Ask me if I'm stoned, when am I ever not?
Rollin' up, you tryna hit this L or nah?
Uh, copped another Rollie, I was pressed for time
TNT pullin' up, but we don't talk to swine
Sin of corner pies, hustlin' since Karl Kani
Breakin' ice, blowin' blunts on Morningside
While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake and Wayne tour
I was Hitler with the pounds, got like eight off
Eatin' clean the plate off, they only hate 'cause they lost
First class nigga, make the flight before the takeoff
Uh, fuck a label 'less it's Black Label
Indie nigga, but I'm that major
It's still fuck the other side, never lettin' nothin' ride
Ruthless shit, roof the bitch, see if she could (Touch the sky)
Reach out and (Touch the sky)
Look up and (Touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (Touch the sky)
Can anybody (Testify?)
Uh, we just doin' what we usually do
Nah, Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
Reach out and (Touch the sky)
Look up and (Touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (Touch the sky)
Can anybody (Testify?)
Uh, we just doin' what we usually do
Nah, Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you