Kiss The Sky

Kiss The Sky

Buffalo Stille V1

I done fell in the shindig

Jumped up spilled beer on my pants leg

From Kentucky and  they  swear that we inbred

But I’m nappy till I die screaming Nreg

Bitch I’m fly like an insect

Watch got stones you can inspect

Bad red bone and she slim thick and

All we so is fk we don’t really have no friendship

Scales V1

20 east to 114

Cops is out and it’s scorching

Shits deep and I’m snorkeling

I’m paranoid like a door ring

Standing out like New Orleans.

20 west like I’m touring

Unc nearest and I’m poring

Africa American I’m soaring

Skinny V1

African kisses and Irish goodbyes

Smile in your face but i can’t tell a lie

Why ask Why, I get so high

Redman and Meth used to by my alibi

Used to bum a ride then came uber

Ky raised lil cuz was a Hoosier

Won most the time, but i never was a loser

Doobie doja, man like super

Lex Luther, no blooper

Nicca from the ville sugar dad with a cougar

On the prowl Six Mile

Cranberry guts, but the skin crocodile

Line drive but so foul

Kush in the crowd, but we get so loud

Head in the clouds how i float down

Grin on my grill but you swear it was a frown

Scales V2

Bitburger in the cup

6 figures and I’m up

Switch witcha wassup

We country rich wut the fuck

Dats atl coming out me

Crazy house come and got me

In Milledgeville where they drop me

Where I Beat the odds like I’m rocky

Skinny V2

Its a hop skip and a jump

Right around the corner from got me fk’d up

Accidents happen lets call it dumb luck

If it wasn’t for the bad then we wouldn’t have much

Next day air but its really no rush

I’m just chillin in the cut like a band aid

Understand i don’t give a damn

If i do it for the gram then its really for the fan page

Hook 1

Life’s too short but its all a survival

Life’s too short kiss the sky with a high note…

Clutch V1

Herre he comes, life of the party

Roots so nappy, can pass for a Marley

Pass a drug screen? Not hardly

So gone an pass me some of that parsley

And a tall glass of that barley

Double OG but bartender still card me

Then I sign they chest with a sharpie

Jumper still wet, nah they can’t guard me

Buffalo Stille V2

Hopped off a charter tipsy off the lager

Gossip Spillin more tea than the Boston harbor

Playin cops and robbers in her pop’s impala

Hot)boxin in his car on the way to Dasha Barbours Bistro

Where’d the keys go Lost my marbles

Forgot my lion’s mane and ashwaganda

Way too much ganja lit like kwanza

Keepin it Nappy with my K.I.N. that’s the mantra

Clutch V2

Hell, she ain’t no Angel ask Charlie

Bet ya bottom her daddy rides a Harley

Ya boy Afrocentric like Marcus Garvey

But she can make a Rastafari date a Barbie

Jungle fever, we on safari

All camo'd out they can’t see me hardly

Fuck civilian life nappy’s an Army

Jump out a hummer into a Ferrari

Hook 2

Life’s too short but its all a survival

Life’s too short kiss the sky with a high note…