Uh, Umm, ya'll, Young Money, Money, is the drought 3, Ladies and gentlemens, You me,
1] You know I for my muthafuckin'niggas, likely imma die with my finger on the trigga, They tell me get high, and I should try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather 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 ya,hospital, young money, we the illest And I gotta lie when 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 when I was 5, my movie was The Grimilins got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention, You looking for and the little intervention, And them don't fly, without my permission, I'm in the sky, flying with the fishes, Or maybe in the ocean, swimming the pigeons, See my is different, Dwayne Wayne, And if you want trouble, bitch, I the same thang,
And you know that imma ride with my niggas, Most likely imma die my finger 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 im gonna be in it The sky is the limit,
Buck Ten in the coupe, And your love it, Switching lane faster she switch subject, a bitch don't talk to me, And if talking to them niggas, don't talk for free, And I hate when a say talk is cheap, Cuz im the type to let 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 you're 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 make a new map without us, But the tourists come down and too many dollars, And no matter how you change it, it will still be
And imma ride my muthafuckin niggas, Most imma die with my finger on the trigga, worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it And all of my niggas 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 look up high, you'll see I'm gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the limit,
And you don't fuck with a soldier, Use your head, or I'll it off ya shoulder, Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the sofa, And you don't wanna fuck a soldier, Use your head, or ill it off ya shoulder, Mail it to mom, with a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up) And I'm a G, And you aint know 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 imma die my finger on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, grind till i get it And tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit, Don't worry bout mine, imma 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 high, you'll see that im gonna be in it, Cuz the sky is the
They tell me get high, not to try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd 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,