Jack Bruno - Altitude

Yeah
Aiming for the sky
Gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing
Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing
Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding
I can't afford no stops from these working demons
As if my hustle wasn't half decent
As if I was serving fiends they treatment
Like shit that'll keep em fiendin
(As if I was serving them demons)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
What up
Life aint no game
But I still be treating this shot like chess
Cause one slip and you might catch a Tec pressed your chest
Cause you've seen a few trip up but now they getting nothing but rest
Lurking through the sea I treat these sharks like my guests
Growing up we wasn't behaving the best
We ain't participate in shit with the rest
But still we was paving a way for the rest
While we was making early morning swerves
Coffee and a wood full a herbs
Not the kind that go on hors d'oeuvres
But the kind that numb everything that hurts
Yeah Yeah
Aiming for the sky
Gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing
Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing
Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding
Word to Kane Mike and Sal
They my day one crodies
We all took a oath to stick to the code till we outta time fully
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Woah oh oh
Im gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing
I remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing
Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding
Im gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing
Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing

Written by:
Jack Obrien Bruno

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