Head to the Sky

I represent rostrum records
I represent heavy hustle records
I represent GOV
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!

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

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