And you know that imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
You lie down to bed, and think that no matter what happens you will have an option down the line....
BUT FUCK THAT
Lil Wayne says it best, the fucking sky is the limit, and if you do not grind till you get it then you do not deserve it
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat
and that alone makes you feel like there is something more, that you deserve it, as if you might be dwayne wadem and fuck the bullshit, but you are the best, and you do fucking deserve the best.
However, this is real life, and you aint no fucking DWAYNE WADE, you are a fucking punk, or so you think, you do not believe in you. After all, D-Wade is a an all star and you aint nothing
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that im goin be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
Cuz the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
Yet the man says "The sky is the limit" so you think maybe it is possible, but you do not let it hit it you. You do not believe it, to do so would make you a punk just like all the other times you have believed it, and have been let down and felt as if the sky was not the limit, rather the weight of the world falling on your shoulders and crushing you beneath its weight and expectations. Yet for some reason you think that this time will be different but, who the fuck are you to know anything? You are a punk, a kid, a brat who just hopes for a chance to show that he has something worth of value within himself, some redeeming quality that can change the world. An idea that will make OBAMA blush.
Beyond your means?
Is it
Inside your dreams?
Can it
Never come out cause it's scared to
Unprepared to
Too worried about the words of the people it's weird to
You don't want them to hear you
You just wish there was a door that would appear that you can go disappear through
Then the phone rings, your world is on hold. You are frozen as the words get spoken, and you hope against every bone in your body that you will not disappear through that door. and somehow you manage to hear the words, that idea, from their side, that you are special, that you are worth something, and then you know
The sky is the limit
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