DESCRIPTION:
My version of "Sky's the limit. R.I.P. B.I.G. Question of the day. Whatever happened to 112?

Lyrics:


I held rocks in a lemon head box like everyone else
That's what ya' did when your hoop dreams failed
At twelve I dwelled at less then five feet
Good enough for Spud and Mugsy but not for me
Crack selling worked neither so I tried refer
Repercussions to cope with plus moms smokes it
I thought I was cool such a rookie
I wasn't even good at pushing cookies
Stick to pussy chasing instead paper
I caught the vapors infatuated by my neighbors
Thought they was players i just wanted to know them
What's that glowing oh cars they've stolen
Call the firefighters to come put it out
Some rob for money others rob for clout
What's that all about I'm filled with self doubt
But who cares nobody said life was fair
And if they did they was got damn liar yeah

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on just keep on pressing on
sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want be what you want


Ohio was the lair home of the players
Pimps with zoot suits and matching gators
While everyone was amazed with Jacob
It was the end of my school daze wake up
I love Dap I was into conscious rap only
More friends then ends still lonely
Didn't know the definition of conniving women
Surrounded by pimpin' should of paid attention
I didn't so they cramped my style
One in particular said I gave her child
So foul was she not my destiny
To be his father more appreciative of my daughters
Called the beautiful struggle don't knock the hustle
Amazing what love do stay out of trouble
Helps you or at least me stay balanced
I can meet any challenge with the strength of my family
Hope you understanding me