Kahlil - Sky Aiming lyrics

[Verse 1: Kahlil Redick] Uh, I'm just trying to drop my mixtapes Then wait for them to listen Push my CD's on the corner Trying to make me a k**in' I might as well save up thousands Until I reach a million Get the f** up out my lane If you ain't really got that feelin' Chills on my dimension Fine b**hes at high percentage Fly intentions I'm reaching for the top just like the sky is missin' They say you are what you rock I guess I'm diamond district I'm just trying to get to the top And knock out the competition I'm too young to be worrying About a female I kiss and if they ask Then I tell my friends all the details Going 'full monty' Pocket Mob got me Hate me all you want Just know that you can't stop me No, I'm not co*ky I'm confident, I'm a 'G' I'm steezy like Ice Cube And Snoop Dogg in '93 We at the dinner table My n***a. I'm eatin' beef You n***as ain't eatin' sh** What the f** you want from me? [Hook: Kahlil Redick] "I do it for the Mob and I put my team on Put my team on, put my team on" X 4 [Verse 2: Jibril Kyser] Fixie bikes unite us n***as never fight us Roll deep with the bros: Kid Thrill and Jairus The life we live is somethin' Out a movie Bad b**hes, clean kicks Fake hoes, and groupies Pocket Fixed Mob Scrapin' to the top Last thing we want to hear: A fellow n***a's tire popped King sh**, we on it Fame, man, we want it Ridin' 'round town, yo Keep it one hundred Together, united Hate, man, we fight it Disrespectin' n***as Your b**h, she ride it All that really matters right now Is where we are So, f** all that weak sh** We need real hoes and weed jars When the beat drops My mind kicks off like Reebok Can't stop the Mob We're hotheads like teapots f** that, no weak sh** Yeah man, we be it No man can stop us Yeah, b**h, we seen't it We're the realest on the block We won't stop until the cops Cut your throat, then let the blood come Drip drop Droppin' lines like bombs Spittin' sh** like Doms Real rare sh**: Fat b**h wearin' TOMS [Hook] X 1