In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in

'Cause even then I was infatuated with just sitting at the top And I don't owe nobody in the world no favors I started from the basement, made it to the skyscrapers I'm a successful nigga, I got shit going on I'm a successful Don, I got shit going on I

Shine your light on Last night the sky's turned purple and Past lives in light tunnels Light tunnels So that's who we are Just like the stars Insecurity dressed up as confidence But I guess I showed up late Almost got cut off when they closed the gate

Feel better if you just lie You got leaving in your eyes Read you like an open book Standing on the edge but you can't look down Sure is quiet, sky's too blue You ain't hiding but I can't find you Sheets on the line so, nothing's changed Guess it's

Save it for a rainy day Gonna take this heartbreak and tuck it away 'Cause the sun's too bright, The sky's too blue Beer's too cold to be thinking about you Yeah, the music's too good, My friends are all out And they're all too high to be bringing 'em

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts?

Skyscrapers, earth movers, ground breakers We are justice fighters with faces of fire Fight the avalanche You'll be buried every time We run and run and run Little do we know We have only what we're given Our footsteps, bringing purpose, changing history

Down for the count Look into your eyes I'm helpless And I'm drownin' in ‘em In New York, you can be a new man And the sky's the Hey hey hey hey (ohh, I do I do I do I)

Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want What you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you want Good evenin' ladies and