Altitude

Yeah Aiming for the sky Gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding I can't afford no stops from these working demons As if my hustle wasn't half decent As if I was serving fiends they treatment Like shit that'll keep em fiendin (As if I was serving them demons) Yeah yeah Yeah yeah What up Life aint no game But I still be treating this shot like chess Cause one slip and you might catch a Tec pressed your chest Cause you've seen a few trip up but now they getting nothing but rest Lurking through the sea I treat these sharks like my guests Growing up we wasn't behaving the best We ain't participate in shit with the rest But still we was paving a way for the rest While we was making early morning swerves Coffee and a wood full a herbs Not the kind that go on hors d'oeuvres But the kind that numb everything that hurts Yeah Yeah Aiming for the sky Gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding Word to Kane Mike and Sal They my day one crodies We all took a oath to stick to the code till we outta time fully Yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Woah oh oh Im gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing I remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing Now Im quick to forget Im in the 4-matic speeding Im gaining altitude and I'm having trouble breathing Remember when I was quick to get my sneaks to creasing