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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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Touch the Sky (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA)
[Intro:Cam'ron] Killa Niggas try to show me and make history Arab You try to shit on me and make history You history!
[Verse 1: Cam'ron] You got to love the guy In God I trust, he trusts in I When I get high it feel like I (touch the sky) And yeah I dress to kill I make it so you dressed to die, bless the guy If he try and take the stand and (testify) Yeah buddy boy turn him into Buddy Lee With four dirty niggas in some ugly tee's (na-na-na) And despite figures, you can't fight triggas Drunk off light liquor light niggas In the wintertime but I got the drop warm Snowin' out showin' out, the top gone (na-na-na) I do what I have to do They say 'you little bastard you' 'Look man they all gonna laugh at you' You wifed it in public Fuck it, you like it, I love it Butt disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna discuss it Look me eye-to-eye, we could go eye-for-eye But pardon, I'm puffin' on (la-la-la)
[Hook: Cam'ron] Reach out and (touch the sky) Look up and (touch the sky) Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky) Can anybody (testify) We just doin' what we usually do Nah Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Pounds on the floor, guns on the wall If there's money to make then I'm makin' a call Blood on my chain, weed in the jar Weed in the air, 2 pits in the yard Handlin' biz, cameras all over the crib You broke and can't stand it To count this much money you need enough stamina Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and them Makin' this money and makin' it fast Rollin' a joint and I'm makin' it last Reppin' my Gang, ain't no fakin' it Drivin' my car like it ain't got no brakes in it Now both my cribs got a safe in it Had my own swag, you start takin' it Rollin' one up and I'm facin' it Got so much juice you could taste the shit Shout out to Juicy J He rock them Louis shades We all get stupid paid I ball, let's hoop today Got one, need two of them rings Look at me, see I'm doin' my thing I'm just tryna up my sushi game Old school shit, you's a lame
[Hook: Cam'ron]x2
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Shit, I'm extra high Fuck it, where's the pesticides Dibble out the bag, put the rest aside Fonzarelli flow, the cool'll never die Ask me if i'm stoned, when am I ever not? Rollin' up, you tryna hit this L' or nah? Coped another Rollie, I was pressed for time TNT pullin' up, but we don't talk to swine Send the corner pies, hustler since [?] Breakin' nights, blowin' blunts on Morningside While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake & Wayne tour I was Hitler with the pounds, got like 8 off Eatin', clean the plate off, cause they lost First class nigga, make a flight before the takeoff Fuck a label, 'less it's Black Label Indie nigga but I'm that major It's still fuck the other side, never lettin' nothin' ride Roofless shit, roof the bitch, see if she can (touch the sky)
[Hook: Cam'ron]x2
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