Blue Skies (feat. Alex Faith, Dre Murray & Swoope)

[Christon Gray]

Wit, Swoope, Alex, Dre, Body Art

They like: Make me a millionaire

Better yet, I wanna be a billionaire

A lot of people would be handicapped

Don’t hand ‘em that, they ill prepared

What about that filthy Luther?

What about that greed inside?

What about that rich young ruler?

What about that needle eye?

Over our heads, tryna pay those bills

We like Pecos Bill, we laugh so the tornado still

Copy out, the body’s not equipped to weather the storm

So blue skies, man, we getting ‘em warm

Yo we was on that rebound love, like a Timberwolf

But the only thing that we found was lust and a bitter truth

Temptation ain’t no walk in the park

It’s only by the grace of God I ain’t get caught in the dark

Yeah deuce

[Swoope]

Man, I’m trapped in America

Where cats like: If I ever get this money, dawg

Then I know that they gon’ love me, dawg

Wake up in the morning and the greed is the mission

Better reserve gold ‘cause the green makes your image

Fair reserve notes, not swing to graven image

Bow down, idols in your heart ruler sovereignly

America, we the dudes that probably tryna do monopoly

After Numbers tryna Deuteronomy

In the movies copying the schemes of Clooney, obviously

Ocean, swimming in them Benjamins waves

The tides really swindling the omnipotent taking the tithe

Everybody’s robbing, not too many givens

Everybody’s Tyson, apple has been bitten

Sinning, not a Holyfield, like Vincent Van Gogh

Deaf to the truth of what that villain’s plan’s for

It's Death

[Alex Faith]

Cash and riches, they ain’t never lasting

Yet people chase it pouring out a lot of passion

Over here we promote a different fashion

We pursue the love, peace, grace, and mercy, everlasting

Give me all that real life music

Heart and soul, we bleed right through it

We about to kill our thoughts, y’all knew it

Always oh like: How they do that?

Everybody’s chasing dollar bills

Everybody’s chasing lots of thrills

Everybody gonna die one day even if you got your pockets filled

In a pool of money, rappers tryna keep my head up

I’m rolling with Collision over here, we pretty fed up

So it’s us versus them and we ain’t taking losses

All we got is hammers and nails, yeah, we building coffins

And we bury all the false ideologies of music

All this lying in your songs, bruh, I don’t find amusing

So y’all can keep stacking money ‘til you hit the perfect height

We submitting to the one who lived and died a perfect life

Jesus, yeah

[Dre Murray]

Them youngins outside dropping bodies like it’s Iraq

Who cares? Fifty grand in my backpack

LV, my mind where Hell be

Deaf ear to the church, what you gon’ tell me

See this life right here I ball hard

Shots I wouldn’t call for, but I pick ‘em up and lay it down

Spit that game she fall for

House sitting on a gang of sand

But all he saw was the beach when he bought the land

The clouds come, the thunder roar

His girl outside working on her tan

Lightning strikes, watch the rain pour

And now he’s screaming: Where’s God when you need a hand

Foolish plan, no boat for the flood

Not a single blue sky, no man, nor dove

My life before I seen that blood

Red cross, flag down, man, this must be love

Man, this must be a hero, but why You saving me though?

I’m a zero, but You choose to call me son, now I’m Theo

Now my Dad is the physician, snatch your heart and take a listen

Oh that dude from the block, yeah he missing

And now he got a new brain and a new heart

New aim and a fresh start

He don’t just talk it, man, he live this thing and his life got two parts

Two parts probably somewhere far away

From what you thought was a good life

But he’s with his wife and daughters walking in the park

Now I’m a boss, no really, I’m a boss

Head of the household and I count the cost

Teamed up with my wife ‘til he set it off

Director cuts, lights off