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kahlil - sky aiming lyrics

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[verse 1: kahlil red-ck]

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!llin’

i might as well save up thousands
until i reach a million
get the f-ck up out my lane
if you ain’t really got that feelin’

chills on my dimension
fine b-tches 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 compet-tion

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 c-cky
i’m confident, i’m a ‘g’
i’m st–zy like ice cube
and snoop dogg in ’93

we at the dinner table
my n-gga. i’m eatin’ beef
you n-ggas ain’t eatin’ sh-t
what the f-ck you want from me?

[hook: kahlil red-ck]

“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-ggas never fight us
roll deep with the bros:
kid thrill and jairus

the life we live is somethin’
out a movie
bad b-tches, clean kicks
fake hoes, and groupies

pocket fixed mob
scr-pin’ to the top
last thing we want to hear:
a fellow n-gga’s tire popped

king sh-t, 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-ggas
your b-tch, she ride it

all that really matters right now
is where we are
so, f-ck all that weak sh-t
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-ck that, no weak sh-t
yeah man, we be it
no man can stop us
yeah, b-tch, 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-t like doms
real rare sh-t:
fat b-tch wearin’ toms

[hook] x 1

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