Skyscraper - Demrick, Cali Cleve

I’m building up my money, call it skyscraper paper

I got models, I got strippers, I got bitches I’m a player

I’m in that residential, waving hi to my neighbors

Then I’m on that next flight saying bye to my neighbors

I made it outta my hood

I know some niggas wish I was back there

That’s why old friends is just old friends

I’m in chuck taylors with a low brim

Got my old Tims and my North Face

From the old days in that cold place

Now it’s rose and good kush

California living on my sole face

I got no shame, from the nose bleeds to the center stages at long way

How I got here?

Niggas want to act like it’s not fair

Just cause I know millionaires who know billionaires

Cause i’m a thousandaire who trynna get there

I used food stamps to fill the fridgidaire

Now it’s weekend trips up to big bear

I got a swimming pool in my backyard

Couple pitbulls in my backyard

Couple bitches in bikinis, barbecues what the fuck were you doing?

You finally get a backyard

Been in Australia, New Zealand, all of Europe in the last month

I could use this fuel that’s in that blunt

Smoke it to the head don’t pass once

And I know my neighbors upset, cause we ain’t been to sleep yet

We playing these beats on repeat for a week and i’m just warming up as a heat

jack

And we don’t get a reset, so I’m doing this shit without a regret

She say she wanna stay and get her feet wet

But I’m diving in to the deep end, better reach in

Recognize real when i write this

Never do it like this, Rattpack be the hypest

Goddamn can you feel it, hold up motherfucker let me kill it run it back like

that

Got your back like chiroprac- hit you with the gat like brhha

Nah, never that, goddamn.

Now they wonder who the man

I’mma sell a hundred thousand, first week by the man

V’s up be the band, L-O-G-I-C that be the brand

From Maryland to the west fuck all the rest we connected

Took a while but we respected, now they know yeah

I’m just looking for a reason to cut some people off

Zero tolerance, no hollering just piss’em off

This ain’t no new year’s resolution, nigga this all year

I’m trynna keep my circle tight cause nigga this our year

I’m extra cold flying through the no fly zone

44 108 yeah that’s that you can die zone

King Chip the coldest that you ever lay eyes on

It’s a blessing for you haters to share my time zone

Building up my money, call it skyscraper paper