To The Sky - Jay Critch

Aye

To the sky

Spark my blunt up uh

Ay

Ay

Uh

Hook:

To the sky

Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky

All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes

Had to get up and go get it it was do or die

Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride

I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive

Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie

Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind

Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time

And if my bro don’t got the K then he gon shoot the nine

Don’t try to reach for none of my chains, that’s like suicide

Nigga this life we live no game, only you decide

Open the sprite and got the drank, and put two inside

And if I need you out the way, I know who gon' ride

I put that bag head right on top of your head you know I could afford it

Ride with the mop cause they wan' see me slip and that’s way outta order

She gimme mop when I’m whipping the Benz and I’m bending the corners

And I’m still balling on niggas I’m going in all four quarters

I see traffic in the lane but I got shooters in the corner

And his wifey giving brain I took his bitch and she a goner

Tryna block out all the pain I smoke the loudest marijuana

Hook:

To the sky

Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky

All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes

Had to get up and go get it it was do or die

Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride

I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive

Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie

Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind

Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time

Went and bought all choppers

See you niggas throwing up the gang but you niggas not on the roster

Bad bitches out in JA nigga blessed up like rasta

Sending money on the jpay cause brody went and got locked up

We can’t let this shit stop us

Gimme head, nut on her face, she wipe it up, she proper

Couple times had to do the race give a middle finger to the coppas

These niggas acting like they in a barrel full of crabs and lobsters

Big draco not the double barrel so it’s guaranteed we pop ya

Chain shining like glow man I’ll pop a nigga at the pop-up

Shawty bad we can’t hold hand she eat it up like pasta

Lotta hittas and a lotta grams this shit looking like shottas

Pray to God, pray to my mans I told them that i got them

This street ain’t Sesame run up here get dropped, yeah

Niggas talk a whole lotta shit from they trash can, they Oscar

Big bro moving big birds tryna run it up to the top, yeah

Trap open come shop here

Im in Saks with that Glock, yeah

Hook:

To the sky

Spark a blunt up, take a puff and I look to the sky

All this pain teared me apart could see it thru my eyes

Had to get up and go get it it was do or die

Pick the bag up, drop it off, its like a Uber ride

I just popped two of them percs and I feel too alive

Hate I gotta see my brother in that suit and tie

Gotta get high out of my brain, so i don’t lose my mind

Tryna get rich stay out the way before I’m losing time