Uh, Umm, ya'll, Young Money, Money, This is the 3, Ladies and gentlemens, You me,
1] You know I for my muthafuckin'niggas, Most likely imma die my finger on the trigga, tell me dont get high, and I should try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather a killing My get so wide as it rise in the skillet, I let my bitch bag it, if she it, imma kill 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 flow is nasty, C Y Phyllis, Self made G, and them bitches the business. Relying on rap, but in the I'm a chemist, And when I was 5, my 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 birds fly, without my permission, I'm in the sky, flying with the fishes, Or maybe in the ocean, with the pigeons, See my is different, Like Wayne, And if you trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,
And you know imma ride with my muthafuckin niggas, Most likely die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, 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 all of my niggas that the sky is the limit 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 bitch love it, Switching lane than she switch subject, Tell a don't talk to me, And if you're talking to niggas, don't talk for free, And I when a nigga 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., do you expect, im from 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 how you change it, it will still be ours
And imma ride my muthafuckin niggas, likely imma die with my finger on the trigga, Don't worry bout mine, imma grind 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 tell all of my niggas that 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 wanna with a soldier, Use your head, or I'll it off ya shoulder, Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's on the livingroom sofa, And you wanna fuck with a soldier, Use head, or ill take 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 gotta know the alphabets to see, I know my city is depending on me, And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never the streets
So you know that im gonna ride with my niggas, Most likely die with 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, Don't worry mine, imma grind till i get it And tell all of my that 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 me dont get high, not to try to make a living, I tell em' i'm a hustler, and I'd rather 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,