[Intro] Aye To the sky Spark my blunt up uh Ayy, ayy, uh [Chorus] To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it through my eyes Had to get up and go get it, it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, it's like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie Gotta get high out of my brain, so I don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time [Verse 1] And if my bro don't got the K then he gon shoot the nine Don't try to reach for none of my chains, that's like suicide ni**a this life we live no game, only you decide Open the sprite and got the drank, and put two inside And if I need you out the way, I know who gon' ride I put that bag head right on top of your head you know I could afford it Ride with the mop cause they wan' see me slip and that's way outta order She gimme mop when I'm whipping the Benz and I'm bending the corners And I'm still balling on ni**as I'm going in all four quarters I see traffic in the lane but I got shooters in the corner And his wifey giving brain I took his b*tch and she a goner Tryna block out all the pain I smoke the loudest marijuana [Chorus] To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it through my eyes Had to get up and go get it, it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, it's like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie
Gotta get high out of my brain, so I don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time [Verse 2] Went and bought all choppers See you ni**as throwing up the gang but you ni**as not on the roster Bad b*tches out in JA ni**a blessed up like rasta Sending money on the J pay cause brody went and got locked up We can't let this sh*t stop us Gimme head, nut on her face, she wipe it up, she proper Couple times had to do the race give a middle finger to the coppas These ni**as acting like they in a barrel full of crabs and lobsters Big Draco not the double-barrel so it's guaranteed we pop ya Chain shining like glow man I'll pop a ni**a at the pop-up Shawty bad we can't hold hands she eat it up like pasta Lotta hittas and a lotta grams this sh*t looking like shottas Pray to God, pray to my mans I told them that I got them This street ain't Sesame run up here get dropped, yeah ni**as talk a whole lotta sh*t from they trash can, they Oscar Big bro moving big birds tryna run it up to the top, yeah Trap open come shop here I'm in Saks with that Glock, yeah [Chorus] To the sky Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky All this pain teared me apart could see it through my eyes Had to get up and go get it, it was do or die Pick the bag up, drop it off, it's like a Uber ride I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie Gotta get high out of my brain, so I don't lose my mind Tryna get rich stay out the way before I'm losing time