Sky Boy Lyrics - J. Cole

I got dreams of gleaming wings and beamers 

Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my sneakers no mo' 

A close full of Polo, a pocket full of mo' dough 

I'm knocking in the voodoo, never stopping for the popo 

I can't forget to send my momma to the Acapulcos 

You laugh what, can't a nigga dream big 

A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green Benz 

Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean biz' 

Lemme tell you how it is, nigga 

I got this feeling man, a nigga finna to hit the ceiling fan 

Viet-villian killing this shit for that scrilla, realer then 

I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling like Gilligan 

Nigga what is this a barbecue? So why the fuck you grillin' then! 

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If I'm back in the Ville, haters snack in they grills 

Ladies like 'em; got that eighties Michael Jackson appeal 

Homie curiosity, all these cats getting killed 

Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for that cash niggas 

Will run up on yo' ass in that mask rash and the steel 

Niggas laugh when they steal, I just brag cause I'm real 

Motherfucker I'm the shit, I pass gas when I peel 

Shit is trash bag, it's all about the last laugh 

Mad I got yo' girl turned over like a bad pass 

She know I rap, so I ain't even have to bag that 

Cash that? Probably not how I desire rhymes 

The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' dime signed 

A Don Won type armed with a strong pipe 

I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Prom Night, bitch 

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You niggas must've got your marijuana laced 

I know some magicians make you disappear without a trace 

Out-of-state eating in New York with Carolina plates 

I'm the God, motherfucker, and how dare y'all try to hate 

You'll never shine like me, you could wear your hottest Bapes 

I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell your prada's fake 

I understand you think fly, but nigga you ain't got a cape 

I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you ain't shot a thing 

Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, ain't gotta aim 

Yeah you see some players shooting, but this shit is not a game 

Badda boom badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames 

Old groupie ass niggas like the clan, trying to hang 

By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice