Skybourne (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Smoke DZA)

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get (High in the sky)

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get (High in the sky)

Box chevy, no tint

Floating inside, aquarium

Yeah, that's him

Compository sketches is all

They can't catch us, jet setters

I joined the mile high club somewhere over Texas

Plotted my climb since the homie played the black Lexus

I told them, put it all on Spitta, guaranteed winner

Been a go getter, ain't gotta go nowhere

I already came here with it

Pull up at the picnic

El Camino on thirteens

Red nosed pitbulls in the back, no leash

Motherfuckers well trained

On the low, I be having that high grade

Talkin' 'bout how a **** smoke and maintain

That's word from a bird in a fuzzy herb tree

Fly tell that, you ain't heard that from me

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get (High in the sky)

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get (High in the sky)

True visionary, impeccable timing

Shine sort of blinding, don't look twice

My fresh, don't it look nice?

Your DNA ain't the same pimp

So nah, you don't look right

Fuck it, I fast forward past yours

You wanted something to look up to, so ask for it

Mississippi country bumpkin with nothing to lose

I be, be a king, let me sing you the blue

Let me lay down the rules, get money by all means

Survive at all costs, put God above all things

I fall short, pimping women with small shorts

Reaching out for whats mine

Like children and small folk

Always above the grim, like what do you ball for?

If you ain't spending money then what did you call for?

I look good for the fuck but, baby, it's all sport

The game is a bitch and shorty, she all throat

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get (High in the sky)

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get (High in the sky)

Came through to conquer

Been killing it since Contra

Low sponsor and I'm smoking on a mini launcher

Eight grams, ****, fuck with me

Gotta have eight lungs to come puff with me

I don't blow Reggie Bush, never would

It's heavy kush

Oh, you got some too?

Very good

Where the grinder?

We grinders, top rhymers

The finest, drop gems so timeless

Burn like a CD, get top like ZZ

Flow like Agua and I'm cold like a ski beat, Lord

Got them hood **** quoting my bars

And them bloggers like, oh my God

Smokee Robinson, Earl James, and George Kush

Round table, eating pasta like mobsters

Make a killing of sour D

They lied, money really do grow off trees

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get (High in the sky)

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get (High in the sky)