Skywalkin

I’ve been skywalkin’ on the ceilin’, I’m too high to hit the floor,

Turn my pain into a million, turned my Honda to a tour.

I put hell up in a Swisher, blow the devil out the door,

If the reaper want a feature, he gon’ have to pay me more.

Diamonds dancin’ on my necklace like they tryna leave the club,

Got my exes in they feelings, got my haters on the drugs.

I was sleepin’ in the bucket, now I’m floatin’ like a dove,

They threw dirt all on my name, I made a garden out the mud. Verse 1:

Yeah

Used to sleep inside a car that had a hole up in the floor,

Now the same feet that hit the gravel got ’em steppin’ on Dior.

I put trauma in a double cup and pain in every bar,

I been drinkin’ while I’m drivin’ through the memories I parked.

I’m the stove and I’m the pot, I’m the chef and I’m the dope,

I’m the rope they tried to hang me with, I turned it to a coat.

I’m the Bible in the trap house, I’m the demon in the choir,

I’m the lighter to my city, they got used to all this fire.

I’m so sick I need a nurse just to watch me catch a cold,

I put ice all on my heart so I can never do what I’m told.

I got shorties tryna wife me, I got ghosts inside my phone,

I got angels ridin’ shotgun and the devil ridin’ home.

Bar so sharp that if you quote ’em, you might bleed a little,

I been playin’ with these words like I got needles in ’em.

I’m the feeling that your pastor still ain’t ready to admit,

I’m the “God, I need some money” in the back pew of the crib.

Hook:

I’ve been skywalkin’ on the ceilin’, I’m too high to hit the floor,

Turn my pain into a million, turned my Honda to a tour.

I put hell up in a Swisher, blow the devil out the door,

If the reaper want a feature, he gon’ have to pay me more.

Diamonds dancin’ on my necklace like they tryna leave the club,

Got my exes in they feelings, got my haters on the drugs.

I was sleepin’ in the bucket, now I’m floatin’ like a dove,

They threw dirt all on my name, I made a garden out the mud.

Verse 2:

I got problems in my liver, I got scriptures in my lungs,

Every breath a new epistle, every cough a loaded gun.

I’ve been tongue-kissin’ the struggle, I’ve been married to the grind,

Put a ring around my finger made of pressure and of time.

I got money on my mind, I got memories in the trunk,

I got bullets made of secrets that I’ll never really dump.

I got bitches that don’t love me, they just love the way I shine,

If you cut me right this second, you gon’ see a crooked line.

I’m the tear that never fell, I’m the text you never sent,

I’m the rent you couldn’t pay and all the prayers that you meant.

I’m the needle and the record, I’m the scratch that make it skip,

I’m the reason that your favorite rapper never finished shit.

Bars on bars, it’s like I built myself a jail and broke it twice,

I’ve been drownin’ in my vices, still walk past ’em lookin’ nice.

If success is really poison, I’ve been drinkin’ by the case,

I’ma die inside a studio with God inside