S. Money - Head To The Sky lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] I represent rostrum records I represent heavy hustle records, I represent G.O.V I represent pittsburgh man! Its a whole movement It's alot of n***as out here grinding, we all doing are thing so we have to support ourselves and come together Shoutout to ID Labs, Shoutout to ID management We gonna do this sh** like a f**ing prince of the city [Hook X2] I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky n***as wanna hate and I don't understand why I'm just tryna get money, Money! And have the whole world remember me So touch mine and become a memory [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] They ain't heard about me, although they got to be dead With no soul in they body cause this how I lives We middle finger cops like who y'all rolling on Straight conversation I ain't with that holding on You see me ho, I'm gone yeah that's that ray I roll And ten patron shots, I'm way outta control Just like a bad defender I'm way out of my zone And this is what I tell 'em Ugh, like what the f** you yelling 'bout This music sh** will be the only time I'm selling out No I can't sell you sh**, your phone bling crazy I keep them magnums I ain't trying to hear "that's Kev's baby" I'm on my griz a couple shooter kids I guarantee you hear some shots U f** would knock there I ain't knocking sh** U hear me knocking , cops coming n***a let me in! (Hook) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah! You see im fly like a b**h drunk like a mothaf**a High as a kite bout to roll me up another one Bought a couple stacks So team came to blow something shorty why u shaking like that go and show something Young but im stuntin know I stay bossed up ho I got game f** around and get crossed up She ain't believe me so I did her like hot sauce left her in the wind and her friend got knocked off A lot of n***as gettin mad cause im out here making large amounts of paper but it ain't gonna stop I'm either on the road makin money or the lab with Kev Tha Hustla, sledgren, lonnie or my n***a young knock Getting stupid cash call this a dumb knock,im living that life little n***a your not Instead of worrying about me could be getting more gwap,b**h I got mines, u should get yours, you dug (Hook) [Verse 3: S. Money] Keep my ears to the streets, head to the sky, n***as keep hating and they must wanna die Mad cause I get it and they hate that im fly my shoes say Gucci ride 745 Im all about the money, u can see it in my eyes I'mma always keep it real I ain't mever told a lie Your boy speak the truth everytime I spit a rhyme My finger on the trigger keep the paper on my mind PGH where im from n***as stay on the grind My city ain't safe n***as stay clappin iron 412 we on the map now baby and money off music spitting raps all crazy Still rolling blunts yes I stay hazy Your dude 8 sticks now my eyes all lazy I was real n***a so how could ya hate me King of the pitt so why try to play me