Look Up To The Sky - Fly Union, P. Blackk, BJ The Chicago Kid

And I do this for my culture

All my single mothers pushing strollers

Keep pushing

Don’t let that man hold you up

It’s a war going on

Get your arms up

Don’t surrender

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They want to kill us

They want to spit on us

Only in America

I’m more liberal than conservative

I’m old-fashioned in that vintage low

Sip Rossis spit finished flows

Ask these girls if you don’t know

I don’t ask and she don’t probe

Keep this on that need to know

That bottle service and that car service

Both get me where I need to go

Money come and go

Bankreau here to stay

I’ma star give me space

At attention if these girls about face

Got a date with destiny

I’m about an hour late

Before we build I gotta lay the pipe

That’s my devil’s talk and I’m angel right

A sin is a sin is a sin

Don’t judge me

I gotta wings and horns for men

I got expensive tastes

I need Ferraris on my plate

My motto only date models

I need this icing and cake

Wait, you see this bape

This supreme, original fate

Y’all washed up I ain’t showered in days

I live beyond my means I gotta get paid

I got vision like a running back

I been around like cul-de-sac

I’m drinking jack

I don’t owe you jack

Keep moving like folks in a Cadillac

I feel alone even when I’m not

Right now I’m in a fish bowl

Everybody watch

Will you hold me down

Or will you hold me up

Will you have my back or will you front

When I look up to the sky

I know that I’m the one

To do everything that you can’t do

And can’t be done (x2)

Yeah

Lost a couple cases

Have police in my Facebook

I swear that’s not what make me

You can try hard but you can’t replace me

Taste the finer things in life

That’s just how my day to day be

My night to night get crazy

Nigga I be where they pay me

Take them sparklers out my bottles

We pop them ‘til tomorrow

We got stories and mimosas

And plan out our tomorrow

Get this money the models

So tomorrow’s always sunny

If it’s not I’ma just jump on this plane

And go wherever I wanna be

I’m trying to see the world before I die

This my chance so I’m gone try

This my lane so watch me drive

This my plane so I’m gone fly

I’m the truth I tell no lies

So tomorrow is goodbye

I’m gone hop back on this grind

I’m after watches that you buy

This not just for telling time

Tell them niggas it’s my time

So don’t act like you know me

I been clocked in on this OT

Putting in work for my whole team

Pay me what you owe me

Don’t talk about it just show me

Nigga that’s money every time my phone rings

Ay ay

I got my mind on my money

When I’m clocking dough

I kill that show then I’m adios

I’m walking that talk

That you talking about

Got a nigga feeling like

The man in the town

The niggas that was lost

Understanding me now

Y’all use to hate but you fanning me now

Girls that I knew in the past looking past

Looking back

Even when they’re man be around

And that’s why I gotta be that nigga

That nigga that you tryna be man

Before I take off this year

Y’all niggas better start blogging me

And you better acknowledge me

Damn fan when gonna not write me

On two dope boys

The L-roots post

I’ma star so someone gotta spotlight me

Niggas not like me and that’s not right

I’m the only nice nigga that’s not hyped

I’m the ill nigga that’s not hyped

I’m the only real nigga that’s not hyped

Talking money

I can show you what that’s not like

I ain’t got nothing I just got mics

And the heart of a lion

And the might of a giant

And these tracks like Tina

That I treat like Ike

Nigga uh

Jamming on the one

I gotta be the one

Look directly in the sun

You might go blind

And I’m finna run

The game in a month

And that’s when I woke up

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