Cam'Ron

Cam'Ron - Touch The Sky lyrics

rate me

Ft. 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

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