Sky's The Limit lyrics

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Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me don't get high, not to try to make a living,
I tell em' imma hustler and I rather make killin'
My eyes is so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya, hospital, young money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the Gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
Ya looking for divine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang

And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till I get it
And tell 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
Cuz the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
The sky is the limit

Buck Ten in the coupe, And your bitch love it,
Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects,
Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,
And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,
Cuz I'm the type to let money talk for me,
My flow is art, unique,
My flow can part a sea,
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and you're just sardine,
I got a 40 cal. Tucked in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is riders,
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,
And imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till I get it
And tell 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 that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,

And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulders,
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the livingroom sofa,
(That's fucked up, haha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, with a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you aint gotta know the alphabets to see,
I know that my whole city is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,
So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit, The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,
They tell me don't get high, not to try to make a living,
I tell em' imma hustler and I rather make killin'
Cuz the sky is the limit,

Hands inthe air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
If you don't know nothing about it, the sky is the limit.

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