Where did that Skya run off to now
Is he with the hoodrats being too loud
Is he with the posse entertaining crowds
Or is he with the dawgs getting higher than the clouds
Where did he go
See I remember W being the best, always saying nothing tryna fit in like the rest of his classmates
Now he's on ass tapes
Now he's making music and his ego caught a big break
Made his head inflate
Bigger than Modok when a thot bump his mixtape
Thicker than a snicker that Rick to the Ross ate
Fuller than the house, when Becky called administra-tion
Now she paid tuition, and she jailbait
What the hell, mayne?
There some things that your ass gotta ex-plain
There are things that just don't get together, you and music are just one of those two things, damn mayne
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Look at the kid
Look at him mumble to himself
And then go pushin' the gift
"Look at this, look at that"
And that was what he said thought he was good with the craft
He cook in the lab
He shouldn't've had
The audacity to go and publish that
Laughed when he had to ask for likes getttin'
More than wack when rapped and grbbed a mic spittin'
About how his town bows down, but that's fiction
Why you walk around like you got stuff to do?
Why you walk around like you got stuff to say?
And why you always talk like you got highest views
But you're stuck on the ground with stuff in the way
You're fraudulent, I followed it, and I know that you're fake
All your following is full of friends, you really don't got fame
I'm grinding your gears you're tickin' when I watch you
Times up
Now your plans will never fall through
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Bitch I'm on the grind,
To everyone who telling me I'm never gonna make it nowhere where is your time?
Can't you see it's high noon?
Eating all this food off your high spoon
I'm the Silver Surfer reaching up to the high moon
And yes I am an ego-maniac
Feel so big, all my haters can piggyback
Feel like zodiac, rap gonna gimme that
When I get arrested it'll be because of cardiac
Invest like a chest I get your heart pumpin'
Don't rest we cresc-en-do behind bars like you were
Charged but, man you start noth-in, I start up and take shit and made some stars from it
I was made for more than this
The fame the glory straight up placed us all up in your mouth like a canker sore
That's why it's painful to say the G you felt
Cause the only way to see us is to see yourself
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
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Where did that Skya run off to now
Is he with the hoodrats being too loud
Is he with the posse entertaining crowds
Or is he with the dawgs getting higher than the clouds
Where did he go
See I remember W being the best, always saying nothing tryna fit in like the rest of his classmates
Now he's on ass tapes
Now he's making music and his ego caught a big break
Made his head inflate
Bigger than Modok when a thot bump his mixtape
Thicker than a snicker that Rick to the Ross ate
Fuller than the house, when Becky called administra-tion
Now she paid tuition, and she jailbait
What the hell, mayne?
There some things that your ass gotta ex-plain
There are things that just don't get together, you and music are just one of those two things, damn mayne
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Look at the kid
Look at him mumble to himself
And then go pushin' the gift
"Look at this, look at that"
And that was what he said thought he was good with the craft
He cook in the lab
He shouldn't've had
The audacity to go and publish that
Laughed when he had to ask for likes getttin'
More than wack when rapped and grbbed a mic spittin'
About how his town bows down, but that's fiction
Why you walk around like you got stuff to do?
Why you walk around like you got stuff to say?
And why you always talk like you got highest views
But you're stuck on the ground with stuff in the way
You're fraudulent, I followed it, and I know that you're fake
All your following is full of friends, you really don't got fame
I'm grinding your gears you're tickin' when I watch you
Times up
Now your plans will never fall through
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Bitch I'm on the grind,
To everyone who telling me I'm never gonna make it nowhere where is your time?
Can't you see it's high noon?
Eating all this food off your high spoon
I'm the Silver Surfer reaching up to the high moon
And yes I am an ego-maniac
Feel so big, all my haters can piggyback
Feel like zodiac, rap gonna gimme that
When I get arrested it'll be because of cardiac
Invest like a chest I get your heart pumpin'
Don't rest we cresc-en-do behind bars like you were
Charged but, man you start noth-in, I start up and take shit and made some stars from it
I was made for more than this
The fame the glory straight up placed us all up in your mouth like a canker sore
That's why it's painful to say the G you felt
Cause the only way to see us is to see yourself
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Is he with the hoodrats being too loud
Is he with the posse entertaining crowds
Or is he with the dawgs getting higher than the clouds
Where did he go
See I remember W being the best, always saying nothing tryna fit in like the rest of his classmates
Now he's on ass tapes
Now he's making music and his ego caught a big break
Made his head inflate
Bigger than Modok when a thot bump his mixtape
Thicker than a snicker that Rick to the Ross ate
Fuller than the house, when Becky called administra-tion
Now she paid tuition, and she jailbait
What the hell, mayne?
There some things that your ass gotta ex-plain
There are things that just don't get together, you and music are just one of those two things, damn mayne
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Look at the kid
Look at him mumble to himself
And then go pushin' the gift
"Look at this, look at that"
And that was what he said thought he was good with the craft
He cook in the lab
He shouldn't've had
The audacity to go and publish that
Laughed when he had to ask for likes getttin'
More than wack when rapped and grbbed a mic spittin'
About how his town bows down, but that's fiction
Why you walk around like you got stuff to do?
Why you walk around like you got stuff to say?
And why you always talk like you got highest views
But you're stuck on the ground with stuff in the way
You're fraudulent, I followed it, and I know that you're fake
All your following is full of friends, you really don't got fame
I'm grinding your gears you're tickin' when I watch you
Times up
Now your plans will never fall through
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Bitch I'm on the grind,
To everyone who telling me I'm never gonna make it nowhere where is your time?
Can't you see it's high noon?
Eating all this food off your high spoon
I'm the Silver Surfer reaching up to the high moon
And yes I am an ego-maniac
Feel so big, all my haters can piggyback
Feel like zodiac, rap gonna gimme that
When I get arrested it'll be because of cardiac
Invest like a chest I get your heart pumpin'
Don't rest we cresc-en-do behind bars like you were
Charged but, man you start noth-in, I start up and take shit and made some stars from it
I was made for more than this
The fame the glory straight up placed us all up in your mouth like a canker sore
That's why it's painful to say the G you felt
Cause the only way to see us is to see yourself
We don't got no lambo, no
Green up on our name
But you keep talking like you, do
See right through your game
No more chains, no champagne
Only feel water when it rains
But we still up above you
We still up above you
Writer: Carter Giambri, Henry Warwick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid