Touch The Sky Lyrics - Singles - 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) 

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 

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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 

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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 

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) 

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