Head To The Sky - Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods, S. Money

I represent rostrum records

I represent heavy hustle records,

I represent G.O.V

I represent pittsburgh man!

Its a whole movement

It’s alot of niggas out here grinding, we all doing are thing so we have to

support ourselves and come together

Shoutout to ID Labs, Shoutout to ID management

We gonna do this shit like a fucking prince of the city

I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky

Niggas wanna hate and I don’t understand why

I’m just tryna get money, Money!

And have the whole world remember me

So touch mine and become a memory

They ain’t heard about me, although they got to be dead

With no soul in they body cause this how I lives

We middle finger cops like who y’all rolling on

Straight conversation I ain’t with that holding on

You see me ho, I’m gone yeah that’s that ray I roll

And ten patron shots, I’m way outta control

Just like a bad defender I’m way out of my zone

And this is what I tell 'em

Ugh, like what the fuck you yelling 'bout

This music shit will be the only time I’m selling out

No I can’t sell you shit, your phone bling crazy

I keep them magnums I ain’t trying to hear «that's Kev’s baby»

I’m on my griz a couple shooter kids

I guarantee you hear some shots

U fuck would knock there I ain’t knocking shit

U hear me knocking, cops coming nigga let me in!

(Hook)

Yeah!

You see im fly like a bitch drunk like a mothafucka

High as a kite bout to roll me up another one

Bought a couple stacks So team came to blow something shorty why u shaking like

that go and show something

Young but im stuntin know I stay bossed up ho I got game fuck around and get

crossed up

She ain’t believe me so I did her like hot sauce left her in the wind and her

friend got knocked off

A lot of niggas gettin mad cause im out here making large amounts of paper but

it ain’t gonna stop

I’m either on the road makin money or the lab with Kev Tha Hustla, sledgren,

lonnie or my nigga young knock

Getting stupid cash call this a dumb knock, im living that life little nigga

your not

Instead of worrying about me could be getting more gwap, bitch I got mines,

u should get yours, you dug

(Hook)

Keep my ears to the streets, head to the sky, niggas keep hating and they must

wanna die

Mad cause I get it and they hate that im fly my shoes say Gucci ride 745

Im all about the money, u can see it in my eyes I’mma always keep it real I

ain’t mever told a lie

Your boy speak the truth everytime I spit a rhyme

My finger on the trigger keep the paper on my mind

PGH where im from niggas stay on the grind

My city ain’t safe niggas stay clappin iron

412 we on the map now baby and money off music spitting raps all crazy

Still rolling blunts yes I stay hazy

Your dude 8 sticks now my eyes all lazy

I was real nigga so how could ya hate me

King of the pitt so why try to play me