Blue Skies

[Intro: Christon Gray] Wit. Swoope. Alex. Dre. Body Art [Verse 1: Christon Gray] 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: Alex Faith] Cash and riches, they ain’t ever 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 [Verse 4: 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 daughter 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