Uh, Umm, ya'll, Young Money, Money, is the drought 3, Ladies and gentlemens, You me,
1] You know I for my muthafuckin'niggas, Most imma die with my finger on the trigga, They tell me get high, and I should try to make a living, I em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing My eyes get so wide as it in the skillet, I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma her, I bulletproof the ride, now I like armadillas, And fuck ya,hospital, money, we the illest And I aint gotta lie I tell you im the illest, My is nasty, like C Y Phyllis, made G, and them bitches know the business. Relying on rap, but in the I'm a chemist, And I was 5, my favorite movie was The Grimilins Aint got to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention, You looking for devine and the intervention, And them don't fly, without my permission, I'm probably in the sky, with the fishes, Or in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons, See my is different, Like Wayne, And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the thang,
And you that imma ride with my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely imma die with my on the trigga, worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the Cuz the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And if you look high, you see that im be in it The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, And bitch love it, Switching lane faster than she subject, a bitch don't talk to me, And if you're talking to them niggas, don't for free, And I when a nigga say talk is cheap, Cuz im the to let money talk for me, My is art, unique, My can part a sea, The only on a mind of a shark, is eat, By any means, and just sardines, I got the 40 cal. in my p.r.p's., What do you expect, im New Orleans, And majority of my is riders, They tried to a brand new map without us, But the tourists come and spend too many dollars, And no matter how you change it, it still be ours
And ride with my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely imma die with my on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, grind till i get it And tell all of my that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, And imma tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit, the sky is the limit, Yeah, the sky is the limit, And if you up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the limit,
And you don't wanna fuck a soldier, Use head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder, Run up in your house and shoot everyone sitting on the livingroom sofa, And you don't wanna with a soldier, Use head, or ill take it off ya shoulder, Mail it to your mom, with a dozen of roses, (Now fucked up) And I'm a G, And you aint gotta the alphabets to see, I my whole city is depending on me, And I forget a lot of shit, but I never forget the streets
So you know im gonna ride with my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, imma till i get it And all of my niggas that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, Don't worry mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit, the sky is the limit, Yeah, the sky is the limit, And If you look high, you'll see im gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the
They tell me get high, not to try to make a living, I em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing Cuz the sky is the
Hands up in the air, the sky is the limit, Can you see me up The sky is the limit, The sky is the limit,