Matthew Hayes - Sky's the Limit lyrics

[Hook] They said the sky is the limit Well I guess it all depends on you And your views In this American dream Don't tell me that the sky is the limit Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who In this American dream [Verse 1] Okay you got criminals everywhere, right? Criminals smugglin' dope across borders to feed America's high appetite Kis, pounds, ounces, grams, whatever the weight of substance is gettin' sold Cause d** got a price Home hydroponics, LSD chemist Spoon cookin' h**ne, junkies fill up methadone clinics Get caught for crack and catch a long sentence You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama Obama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin' up this Honda I highly doubt it but f** it, it's worth a shout out At least that's what I tell the judge before I gracefully bowed out Meanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for a seed There's a news flash on the holdin' cell TV Boston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon 8 year old k**ed and the k**er's still free sh** is hard to believe [Hook] [Verse 2] I ain't no politically savvy citizen I'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin' f**ery And these police who always f** with me Done my fair shire of dirt, my boy, trust in me But I picked music over hustlin', and I made it out luckily Could've been on corners droppin' quarters from a bucket seat My cousins preach about the lord but all I see is crime If the Vatican has got the book then what the f** is mine? Just a line with a hook You might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get booked All the same to a suit Black or white, you still a crook If you ain't a Justin Leave It to Beaver with that look Then just drop the egg in the sk**et, let it cook Who y'all bein' took No I'm not a crook, son but this one ain't shook But I'm rollin' Mobb Deep, my dreams on a Harley Davidson Pigs, I hardly wave at them, yeah I said hardly If I'm rude then pardon me but remember... [Hook] [Verse 3] My grandparents retired from 9 to 5s They paid for my hospital bills when mama was doin' lines I wasn't raised up like the model American But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens Whos and hows that ultimately create my heritage My great grandaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and then Smoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscadine moonshine Homemade, and reminisce about the old days He died of cancer when I was 5 I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've cried I got so much value off life in such a short time Memories stick to my heart and today they still apply They used to share crops when they were poor He worked his a** off at the mill and then he opened up a store Both of my granddaddies fought a war So I could say what I'm sayin' in this record for you and yours For you and yours, the truth [Hook]