Running to the Sky

When I see you I see you man When you got I t you got I t You know what I'm saying? Yah Arose from the ash with the passion One shot so I'm blasting do away with the fastin It's time to eat run till I lose feet I'm a make it for the nights of lost sleep Never a problem I'm steady mobbin I'm hella good hit me if you need the job done Y'all thinking I'm the latest and the greatest Version of a heaven's dream gunning with a head of steam Jersey in the rafters I'm after my grime all time I been on my wave you niggas been buying your time I ain't worked this hard to be the same OG You blame on me you niggas need to blame OG's And never died motherfuckers want the same old smoke I'm never in here or don't fix i if the game ain't broke Green did so much dirt I can stain your soap Ups and downs I been around but I remain your dope It's green Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind Wondering where I should go I don't know, do I even try I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky Listen, I been thinkin', I been reminiscing about some different shit Member gunslingers and real killers Never through us we was just for kids Now we're older, one is wiser Is it true you been running with the same clique? Just some gunslingers and real killers but You realer and they ain't shit I see better in the mornin' I can see danger in the daylight It's all around me, I'm climbing I'm trying to get up above it all today and just stay out the way Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind Wondering where I should go I don't know, do I even try I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky Bag man I'm a trip homie I'm fallin' Baggie jeans, burner phone, it's ma callin' Bags under my eyeballs, I'm ballin' Bagage up in the backseat, I'm all-in Tall thin, wall-eyed, see it coming Don't speak, it's no doubt, that low humming You hearing cause i ain't grounded Birds fly south I'm stretching out nigga my third eye Been blind, three times, crazy shit Sick a lufic a missile up and a many with it Many diddity flip the switch and the monster walk Nuts and bolts grindin', no covfefe talk To quote a white supremacist It all be funny if that fuckboy wasn't president But such as it is, black bodies learn to fly It's high knees to wrong high and I'm running to the sky Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky