Zayside - Sky's The Limit (feat. PMO $howtime)

I been on my grind knew my day was comin'
I could never pass it up got no A button, say sum
Youngins on that block everyday hustling
Tryna get a dolla move they momma out the projects
Wanted him to be a doctor but it's hard though
So he in them trenches feeling lost, call him Waldo
Yeah he got a vision, leave it locked inside his heart though
Why would he paint it out when they don't view him as Picasso?
That's real shit
I'm tryna make it to heaven I gotta go through hell
Got me rolling through the deep, feelin' like Adele
These niggas movin' slow motion only time'll tell
And imma shoot my shot to play the clock and imma play it well
As time goes by I'll make you play the witness
Hold ya hands up high these niggas playin victim
Game twisted run it up these niggas shape shifting
Fuck a price tag what's the price for you to pay attention?
Yeah, but they don't feel it
Used to say that time heals all but they ain't healin'
I'll bet these niggas feel me when i'm clutching on that Milly
Yeah i know that sky's the limit so I left em at the ceiling tryna make it out
Sky's the limit, but nothings given gotta get it
I can't move my pivot cause they might play me like a scrimmage
If I start it imma finish, I can't stop winning
This shit is picture perfect but it's nothing like an image, no no
He ain't built to be in the field, he need to go home
Gotta think fast but them perkies got him moving slow
I can't let them niggas take me from my bros, hell no
Keep that thang on me if niggas want the smoke I'll let it blow
Used to rock that G Shock, I'm tryna cop a Rollie
Remember when they claimed solid, why my niggas folding?
Pockets used to be empty now they lookin' bloated
And if I said it then I meant it nigga you can quote it
I'm sendin' shots like I paid for the liquor
You gettin' cropped you ain't made for the picture
See my life gettin' bigger, shit gettin' realer
No time for no fake ass niggas tryna slide in the building
It's too hard to function all this hate and all this jealousy
And I ain't get a thanks for giving why they November me?
Shit I feel like Calboy how they envy me
I'll leave a stain on they brain they gon remember me
I spit that shit that make you stop drop it and roll
I'm gettin hot but my heart gettin' cold
Imma stick to the code, never fold
My dream to make it out the Ville got a nigga feelin' like Cole, for real
Sky's the limit, but nothings given gotta get it
I can't move my pivot cause they might play me like a scrimmage
If I start it imma finish, I can't stop winning
This shit is picture perfect but it's nothing like an image, no no
He ain't built to be in the field, he need to go home
Gotta think fast but them perkies got him moving slow
I can't let them niggas take me from my bros, hell no
Keep that thang on me if niggas want the smoke I'll let it blow

Written by:
Izaiah Clark, Quinton Lewis

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