Cam’ron – Touch The Sky Lyrics

Killa
Niggas try to show me and make history Arab
You try to shit on me and make history
You history!¹

You got to love the guy
In God I trust, he trusts in I²
When I get high it feel like I (touch the sky)³
And yeah I dress to kill
I make it so you dressed to die, bless the guy⁴
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 triggas⁵
Drunk off light liquor light niggas (na da da da)
In the wintertime but I got the drop warm
Snowin’ out showin’ out, the top gone (na-na-na)⁶
I do what I have to do
They say “you little bastard you”
“Look man they all gonna laugh at you” (ha ha ha)
You wifed it in public, fuck it, you like it, I love it
Butt disgustin’, I’m disgusted, don’t wanna discuss it⁷
Look me eye-to-eye, we could go eye-for-eye
But pardon, I’m puffin’ on (la-la-la)⁸

Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)⁹
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin’ what we usually do¹⁰
Nah Cam, I can tell they ain’t used to you¹¹

Pounds on the floor, guns on the wall
If there’s money to make then I’m makin’ a call¹²
Blood on my chain, weed in the jar¹³
Weed in the air, 2 pits in the yard¹⁴
Handlin’ biz, cameras all over the crib
You broke and can’t stand it¹⁵
To count this much money you need enough stamina¹⁶
Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and them¹⁷
Makin’ this money and makin’ it fast
Rollin’ a joint and I’m makin’ it last¹⁸
Reppin’ my Gang, ain’t no fakin’ it
Drivin’ my car like it ain’t got no brakes in it¹⁹
Now both my cribs got a safe in it²⁰
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 paid²¹
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 lame²²

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

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
You bug it, where’s the pesticides²³
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?²⁴
Rollin’ up, you tryna hit this L’ or nah?
Uh, coped another Rollie, I was pressed for time²⁵
TNT pullin’ up, but we don’t talk to swine²⁶
Send the corner pies, hustler since ?
Breakin’ nights, blowin’ blunts on Morningside²⁷
While you was in the nosebleeds²⁸ at the Drake & Wayne tour
I was Hitler with the pounds, got like 8 off²⁹
Eatin’, clean the plate off, They only hate ’cause they lost
First class nigga, make a flight before the takeoff³⁰
Uh, fuck a label, ‘less it’s Black Label
Indie nigga but I’m that major³¹
It’s still fuck the other side
never lettin’ nothin’ ride
Roofless shit, roof the bitch³²
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)
Uh we just doin’ what we usually do
Nah Cam, I can tell they ain’t used to you

Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
Uh we just doin’ what we usually do
Nah Cam, I can tell they ain’t used to you